It started at 15

When I was just fifteen,
Life slipped through my fingers,
Unbeknownst to me.
Two years of what I now call bliss,
Flew past so quickly.
But the doctors got it all wrong,
A misdiagnosis at seventeen!
Two more years of physio and surgery intrusion,
Not knowing I already had the right infusion.
Confusion?
At nineteen,
I finally found out what the searing pain was all about.
Cancer, they told me.
Since four years before,
It had grown throughout.
Chemo and radiotherapy took their toll five times,
Failing at the final bout.
I was more likely to win the lottery than face this fate.
How did it happen to me?
Why do I see the pearly gate?
My savior had been hidden in the shadows,
Healing me and curing my soul.
It’s what’s kept me living until now,
All the way to thirty-nine years old.
I was only given six weeks,
Though my story hadn’t yet been told.
My survival using cannabis,
As it took my cancer deep within its fold.
Verse 1: When I was fifteen, life was a fleeting dream,
Slipping through my grasp like sand in a stream.
Unaware of the storm brewing inside,
Two years of bliss, ignorance my guide.
But the doctors missed the mark,
Misdiagnosed, left me in the dark.
Seventeen came, and still no relief,
Physio, surgery – a relentless thief.
Little did they know, the cure was near,
The right infusion, my salvation clear.
Yet confusion reigned, a cruel jest,
Two more years lost, a painful test.
Chorus: Nineteen, the truth unveiled,
Seared by pain, my strength assailed.
Cancer, the word that changed my fate,
Growing silently, sealing my state.
Chemo, radiotherapy, their toll immense,
Five battles fought, no recompense.
The lottery odds seemed kinder,
Why me? The question gnawed like a splinter.
And beyond it all, a glimpse of light,
The pearly gate, both fear and delight.
Verse 2: Hidden in shadows, my savior stood,
Cannabis – the remedy misunderstood.
Healing me, curing my wounded soul,
A secret whispered, making me whole.
Thirty-nine years, defying the odds,
Surviving battles with unseen gods.
Six weeks they gave, a grim decree,
Yet my story unfolded, defiance in me.
Cancer folded deep within its green embrace,
A silent victory, my life’s saving grace.
Bridge: Through pain and uncertainty, I found my way,
Cannabis leaves weaving hope into gray.
The shadows held secrets, whispered relief,
As I danced with mortality, seeking belief.
Thirty-nine years – a borrowed gift,
Each day a testament, my spirit adrift.
The pearly gate still beckons, but I stand strong,
Cancer’s grip loosened, my survival song.
Chorus: Nineteen to thirty-nine, a lifetime’s span,
Cannabis, my ally, my silent plan.
The doctors faltered, but hope remained,
A tale of resilience, courage unchained.
My cancer story etched in every line,
A testament to life, against the odds we shine.
And as the sun sets on this borrowed time,
I’ll keep singing my survival rhyme.