Genesis: March 2014 by Sue Tourkin Komet
12 March 2014 PM hours post-surprise diagnosis
It's not lightning,It's not thunder,It's not a tsunami. Not fire,Nor ice,Nor fireworks. It's only my cancer dancingAlive,Kicking up a storm Dancing wildlyInsideMy BeautifulBody.
March 13 2014 PM
I have "it"
And
"It" has me.
"It" sneaked in my back door,
Ever so quietly.
But I'll fight "it"
To my death
And I'll live "it"
In my life.
I'll kick "it" as
It kicks me
I'll punch "it" as
It punches me.
I'll hate "it" as
It hates me.
And I'll love "it" as
It
Loves (or: "it"leaves)
Me.
7 May 2014 early morning
One-by-one, my bestGirl-friends,Lady-friends,Insist My hair-cut'sCute.And IResist. I insist No, No, NoIt's not soCute. It's theCancer-cutIt's theChemo - hair-cut. They all mean wellThey all mean goodBut for me if I couldI would not have had it cut. I can't get them allTo shut upThey all thinkIt's so cute, my cut. For me, it's basically,The darling sweetsy cutesy lovable beautiful and cute cancer-cut.
-Sue Tourkin-Komet
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