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THE DIAGNOSIS

So. What`s it like to find out that you are dying

When I think about it alone

I`ll tell you the truth, I find myself crying

We all know theres eventually a death

This we accept without denying

But, to find out your time is near does pull a tear

And about this emotional fact I am not lying

I have recently been told that Cancer has taken hold

Part of being old I guess, to find this condition underlying

There are a lot of feelings I could have had

One would be to be very mad. Along with extremely sad

Any feeling but glad, is what I am implying

Thinking of my death stirs up panic and fear

I am not done being here

Being told I am terminally ill, does give me a chill

Sends my thoughts flying

Fighting this disease may be an up hill battle

But this whole death thing I am defying

A death sentence, I hope this is not

My fondness for life I have not forgot

I am not going to give up this fight without really trying

 

By J.D. Bardo

 

 

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curiousdud3

Fri 20th May 2022 19:03

Sorry to hear this. I have not been on here for a long long time.

Thanks for the kind words you posted on my profile and I will definitely have a read of your work.

❤️❤️❤️

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julie callaghan

Wed 29th Dec 2021 14:01

So sorry to read this and apologies that I missed it at the time of posting. Such a brave write, keep up the fight, stay strong and keep writing. Take care. Jx

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John Botterill

Wed 15th Dec 2021 17:17

Amazingly brave poetry. Best wishes JD.
John Botterill

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 15th Dec 2021 08:33

All comment seems superfluous with regard to this poem. Keep living and treasure every day, as we all should.

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Hugh

Tue 14th Dec 2021 16:46

A brilliant insight,keep writing and sharing.Live on,stay strong.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 14th Dec 2021 14:54

Courage takes many forms and facing the news that terminal
illness has taken hold requires one such form. Of course, we
are all "dying" in a sense from the moment we arrive into this
life but somehow we sail on as if such a thing doesn't apply to
us. We blithely disregard its inevitability. That is, until someone
utters the sort of news discussed in this poem. Fight the good fight - and do not go quietly into that good night! 👍

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keith jeffries

Tue 14th Dec 2021 11:41

A courageously written poem which has fear and defiance in the face of the inevitable. An impressive piece of writing in which every sinew of the writer's feelings have been exposed.
Thank you for this
Keith

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