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Winning Against All Odds
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being told I would die soon,
preparing for the final funeral of death,
having stage 4 cancer, in Chinese, 4
meaning death, ๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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finding my pain
increasing, more and more,
crying from such painful chemo treatments,
knowing that death
being but a moment away,๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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writing my last will and testament, day by day,
dying a slow death, however,
listening to comedians,๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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dancing k-pop boogie in the hospital,
walking in circles the hallways,
sounding like humming bird . . .
doing yoga in my bed , . .
doing Qi Gong in my bed, . .
smiling when nurses
entering my room,๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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daring to laugh out louder and louder,
dressing as a ninja clown,
being released and
preparing my final days,๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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waiting to die, yet . .
wanting to live . .
praying to the Sun of Goddesses. . .
seeing children with
dancing angels, in thy mindโs eye,
laughing joyfully,
welcoming me to๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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laughing in their heavenly playground,
praying to Kuan Yin,
hugging the Goddess of Compassion,
sitting up from bed, suddenlyโฆ๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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hurting one terrible night, death notes. . .
calling out to my daughter to
taking me to the ER,
driving quickly, quickly, quickly. . .
thinking her Papa about to die, .. .
running many, many hours of tests . . .๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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trying to figure out what. .
being the sources of my pains . . .
worrying, that I . . .
having brain cancer now . . .
finding a strange email message . .
being sent from my bestie, my boo. . .๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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telling me in a sweet way . . .
asking me to never, ever never. . .
messaging her again. .
being confused to . . .l
osing a best friend in such a way . . .
having been my wife in another life . . .๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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seeing the doctor . . .
smiling at me, shocked, . . .
smiling back at him . . .
announcing my cancer is gone . . .
crying that a miracle had happened, . .๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น๐น
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About the Creator
SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne
๐ Bitch from Planet X, Certified Personal Trainer, Ted Talk Speaker, Gothic Scholar, Yoga Dude, Black Belt, Spanish Speaker. Writing Coach, Cancer Survivor, Korean Born, Japan, Italy raised, grew up In LA, as a gymnast, Jazz Drummer๐!
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