Cancer...the Agony and the Ecstasy (a poem)
A Journey of Hope
She traveled the gauntlet of fear, in the valley of trepidation,
Up to the mountain's peaks of hope...with its fond elation.
A journey wrought of agony and in its fear of the unknown,
Where just the thought of cancer, its terrible seeds are sewn.
She fought on, throughout the pain and all of the weakness,
Her best thoughts were to remain in all of this bleakness.
Thinking about those she cherished and did so cherish her,
She walked the first mile, now of the past, seemed as a blur.
As Joan of Arc, who saved Charles' throne and of all France,
She trekked onward through the doubts, in this terrible dance.
Her only thought was to succeed and in escaping this bond,
Chemotherapy, with its effects, and like no fairy's magic wand.
Throughout this agony...with the cruel pain and fear of dying,
Trials and tribulations may be overcome with our just trying.
We may now traverse steep slopes, ever upward, in consenting,
A successful journey, and as our determination, is unrelenting.
The ecstasy of her escape, and freedom from this cancer's hold,
a story to be shared, of the triumph, and the joy, its message told.
The days of stress, unbearable pain, and doubts, with all the fears,
Now in a grateful rejoicing, and with its resolve, in our joyful tears,
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