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Cancer? Not Today!

Cancer? Not Today!

I look in the mirror...
I see a ghost in front of me
Eyes red and skin looking grey 
I wish for one day, pain free
Yes that's right, it's cancer again
Test upon test like an animal unrest 
Somedays fading, with my last breath 
This ghost before me had lovely brown hair
Now im bald, this obstacle doesn't seem fair
What do I say to my loved ones if I'm living my last days 
If I'm ok to go, then why do I feel my heart is ready to break 
There is a veil clouding my feeling
This cancer to me, has no meaning 
It has came with ferocious intent willing to end me
My family has told me to battle on, in time I will heal
But breath becomes short and pain takes control 
Shadows appear in my dreams, but I'm not alone 
I rise above my bloodline, but time is kind on my life
I was told to live, I suppose I was giving a second chance 
I look in the mirror...
I see beauty staring back 
I feel strength from my past
I'm not better over night 
But now, I get to roll the dice
I look in the mirror...
I now say, 
Cancer?
Not today! 

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Ru T

Hi Wayne, great write for all of us who have fought this dreaded disease and lived to tell the tale. Never give up fighting. Ru x

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks Ru! I haven't fought this horrendous battle, I have admiration in everyone who is going through it and battling on so strong and have also conquered it ✊?

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