Recovery of a Removal
In one room the woman rests from her removal,
Peacefully before she wakes to inuring pain.
In the other room the girl grips the paper cover,
In pain while the laser pierces her skin.
The woman has the support of her whole family,
As they wait patiently and quietly in the lobby.
The girl is all alone there,
No one there to support her. Only to scorn her.
The woman slowly cracks her eyes,
Her chest had been sewn back together.
The girl squeezes her eyes closed in pain,
Her bad decision being zapped off of her body.
The woman’s family comes into the room with tears in their eyes,
Thankful that the doctor said they think they removed all of it.
The girl looks for a glimmer of support from someone in the room,
But no one will hold her and tell her that it’ll all be over soon.
The woman pulls her gown down to see the damage done,
But the bandages that cover up the incision are wound too tight around her.
The girl looks over towards the pain to see the damage done,
Half of “Michael” began to fade away.
The woman slowly fades into sleep and her family leaves her to sleep,
But she still wondered if they got all of the cancer out of her body.
The girl gets up off the table and loks in the mirror at her lower back,
She remembers back to what made her want to get his name on her body.
The woman prayed for strength during recovery of a tumor.
The girl prayed for strength during recovery of a broken heart.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sister, With Love
Sister, With Love
Slowly she realizes something isn’t right
with her body anymore, as the pain
shoots down her left arm.
“Is it my fault?” She questions herself
but has no answer, no response.
Surgery is the only option. The doctors
have to remove the Hodgkin’s from inside her
immediately. She didn’t even have time to call her Dad.
The tumor was disconnected
from her heart and lung. The port
in place now, “Day 1 begins -- another journey!”
Each day will be a struggle for survival
during the next year. “My prayers
are with you, my friend.”
Remember your strength, Sister.
Slowly she realizes something isn’t right
with her body anymore, as the pain
shoots down her left arm.
“Is it my fault?” She questions herself
but has no answer, no response.
Surgery is the only option. The doctors
have to remove the Hodgkin’s from inside her
immediately. She didn’t even have time to call her Dad.
The tumor was disconnected
from her heart and lung. The port
in place now, “Day 1 begins -- another journey!”
Each day will be a struggle for survival
during the next year. “My prayers
are with you, my friend.”
Remember your strength, Sister.
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