Fight like a Girl
Before he spoke, I think I knew,
but did not dare to say its name.
The swollen lymph node was a clue
My self exam told much the same.
Twenty eight and newly wed-
What will my husband say and do?
I face the loss of both my breasts.
Will he leave me? Are we through?
When I am ripped apart by knife
for my double mastectomy.
Will I no longer be his wife?
Will he no more lie close to me?
Where once I had such golden hair
A bright bandanna I will wear.
I’ve put my trust in my Physician
To chart the course and gain remission
My prognosis remains uncertain-
We don’t know yet if it has spread.
The doctors fear I’ll be infertile,
I’ll be a favorite Aunt instead.
When fighting like a girl, I battle
Many nights I question “why? ”
The monster seeks to test my mettle.
First defeat it, and then I'll cry.
For Jeanette, our favorite aunt, forever in our hearts.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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