Drenched in heavy morning rain
Like an arctic soaking to the vein;
I just sat there stunned and wordless,
by the results of endless tests.

Only do I seek the scoffer's sympathy;
my litanies dot the bottom of this timpani.
No restaurant on high street offers...
Whoa! I found where my sanity rests:

A very comforting hand takes mine,
The other hand by her child as well.
I draw dry ice sculptures in my mind,
While a hawk’s screech rings overhead.

 

 

 

 

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From a word bank given by Gene, a friend. I hope it rises up to the challenge. Every person has many wishes. A cancer patient has only one: to get better. In honour of those that have lost their battle with cancer, are still fighting the battle, or have beaten it!!!

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