The plans went as
expected, so says
the medical community
Are they the GODS
Of my destiny?
NO! I am my own destiny.
My own plans
My own survival.
I cried, I cursed
I denied I pleaded
Then I got on
With thier "plans"
That included losing
It all, my hair
Many friends
My sanity at times.
But out of all that
I missed my freedom
the most
the freedom I enjoyed.
Now life was planned on Dr visits,
Chemo, lab work
Radiation, more visits.
Bone scans, heart tests.
My freedom was measured in
hourly increments
Can I eat, can I rest now?
Hour upon hour of “plans”.
And my hair, yes
They said I would lose it
But ALL OVER?
Even eyebrows. Really?
Wigs, hats
Some days just bald!
I’m a rebel.
No need to hide it!
Just FIGHT it
my mind said.
Be you
Your beautiful self!
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