Chosen

I have been chosen,

a mere 5 years old,

4 foot tall, 100 pounds,

brown hair,

blue eyes,

the fairest skin.

Chosen not to be first,

not be a starter in the game,

not to be the one who has a part in the play,

not the one to get good grades.

Chosen to fight,

my love for life is uncontested,

my heart is content,

my body is strong,

and my will is never ending.

Cancer you have chosen me,

you should no............

I am young,

have a lot of life left in me,

have many first to come,

have an inner strength that can be surpassed by none.

My plan is well thought out,

in this I am devout:

I will take the chemo,

I will take the radiation,

I will take the blood transfusions as I need them,

I will accept that I need to be in the hospital at times more than I need to be home,

I will understand that at times I am not going to feel like getting up to play,

I will even realize that I will likely lose my hair,

I will have days that are so bad I will pray to not have to throw up not one more time.

Cancer.......

I will not however do the following:

I will not feel sorry for myself,

I will not take the time to dwell on the things I will not get to do,

I will not say an early goodbye to the people and things that I love,

I will not concede that you could win this fight.

Instead,

Cancer I say to you,

give me your best shot!!

With everything in my soul I say to you,

I will see you at the end of this journey,

saying hello "remission",

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