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verdict

I wait alone

wrapped in paper

shivering amidst cold

the door pressed hard

against my chest

 

this time a year ago

I met a similar fate

the verdict returned

       cancer

a word my mind

has deconstructed

reconstructed

discarded

as my past

 

tears erupt behind

my eyes

how can I afford

to fight again

at what cost

and during

a pandemic

 

the door **** twists

as she emerges

eyes averted

my throat scored

in pain

"It's benign,

come back

6 months from now"

 

unable to move

I peer through haze

minutes tease silence

then with

trembling fingers

I dial his number

Aiden answers

    "Mom, you okay?"

nodding tearfully

with newfound certainty

I finally whisper, "Yes!"

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Written by
south-city-lady
F / Atlanta
Published
Aug 30, 2020
Lines·Words
40·114
Notes

This time last year, I was undergoing surgery for breast cancer. The year of recovery was difficult. The tests came back with more unknowns. I waited 6 months to learn at last I'm one year cancer free. Each year will get easier, but for now, I am a survivor. 💕

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#breast#cancer#strength#love#mom
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