The Big C

Just like the big C on this tree

You can’t always see

what is happening inside.

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I just want to go and hide

rather than check with the oncologist

that is my cancer specialist.

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I see my tests a week before

that should be good for

a few months, right?

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No such deal, my sight

isn’t always right! I want

to squeal, I want my aunt!

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She was a nurse that worked

with old people, and never shirked

She knew the culture the best.

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She was above all the rest!

And I want my mommy.

She is who I want to see.

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It is so weird to be saying that

when 70, but that is where I am at!

Hubby won’t do right now.

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He is always there to take a bow

to bring laughter and light, he

can keep clear until need be.

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He was there for me before

He says, “Shut the door!”

I say it wasn’t bad, wasn’t long.

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I’m not wrong.

I just don’t remember everything.

thanks to chemo brain, and another thing!

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Or two, a respiratory code,

aging and menopause overload!

I will be just fine.

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I can unwind.

when this appointment is over.

I will go out and sit in the clover.

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Sing a song of praise

that all my kids are raised

Be thankful every day.

and for waking up today!

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First published by Write Under the Moon on medium.com