Two appointments a week,
Left anxious and weak.
Envious of those who enjoyed their summer.
Left alone, uncared for
She has nothing left to look forward
Too robust, too bleak
Deluged with discontent.
The cancerous trait is hereditary.
Falls here, and you've fallen hard.
Months of monitoring for your heart.
Pricking you, and harboring your blood for
the same one result as the first.
You're fine.
Until school starts,
you notice nothing fits.
You throw a fit,
Trying to figure out what's happened.
Back to the doctors,
More blood taken than before.
Migraines, cramps, heart murmurs, and more.
Everything's said to be progressing,
Nothing's said to be better.
Thirty pounds more into September.
More appointments, needles and hospitals.
Regular student? Prom? An internship? A job?
Gone because they've got your diagnosis.
You knew you couldn't have kids,
Month long periods, week long migraines..
Five protruding cysts all along your ovaries.
Never would have thought to think.
"......."
You've got cancer darling,
The doctors hadn't noticed it.
It's very common,
Very easily misdiagnosed.
To have both cervical and ovarian cancer.
Such an oddity.
Such a shame,
Your life's not what you thought it'd be.
I'm sorry darling,
welcome to you're new home.
We'll call your family,
Then we'll prep you for surgery.
Such a shame,
all that hair gone is a waste.
Chemo will be great,
Let's talk risks.
Could cause damage to your heart,
Keep you eating from a tube.
You'll be nauseous all the time,
Can lower your white blood cells.
*dramatic pause to let the
reality of your life sync in*
Which just means you could be cancer free,
But have an severe autoimmune disease.
Depression will occur,
You'll have a disinterest in life.
We'll appoint to you a shrink.
To talk, the things you think.
Someone to hear you when you speak
Help you, help your heart want to beat.
Incase you long for the life
you lead before the diagnosis
Incase you refuse treatment and seek
death against our medical approvement.
Your family sends regards,
Wishing you good health.
Smiling to the doctor,
You say it's all your fault.
Going to restless sleep,
Hospitals curtesy.
All you see, is the white walls.
All you hear, is the overbearingly
insensitive nurse saying,
darling you've got two types
Of stage 3 cancer honey.
I'm sorry but you're dying.
What do you want to do?
Inform your family?
Cut your line, put you to sleep?
Staring at the wall you say
What would you do if you were me?
If you went to school happy,
Good grades, good friends, and a degree.
You work for people who,
make everything seem fine.
Then go and make everything a surprise.
Surprise you're fine, just a minor thing.
A life in your hand not tightly grasped.
No effort made, all the wrong tests.
All the wrong answers,
Didn't try and left your patient stranded.
Surprise you're dying, these things just happen.
You're not alone, People unconvincingly say.
Leaving me alone before visiting hours over,
To soothe their minds into thinking
Abandonments alright.
Leaving me to deal with my death.
Making my presents a parasite.
It appears I'm the ill one,
But you're sicker than me.
*Word of emotion for this poem: Despondent*
~C.
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