Before the diagnosis
I knew something was wrong.
My stomach was in knots,
my head beating like a drum
and my muscles became sour from the lightest touch.
Before I went to the ER
for the third time I thought everything was fine.
But it wasn’t, and I should have paid attention.
But I didn’t.
That’s how I ended up in a helicopter on March 29.
Admitted that night
And surrounded by my parents and doctors.
The day of the diagnosis my heart broke
as I realized my body had failed me.
It was unable to fight off the cancer
swirling around in my blood.
And so,
Chemo had to do the rejection for me.
Chemo had to do what my body could not:
Save me.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2022 12:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on the prompt: write a poem about rejection. Comments are welcome!
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
So long as it wasn't actually your experience... Reassurance?
The urgency of the situation comes through in this work.
No, it was. I was diagnosed with APL on March 30, 2022. I finish my last round of chemo on December 2, 2022
I'm so very sorry to hear that. I cannot find adequate words to provide you with. To go through that at what is still the beginning of your life...no words. Your piece is clear, unfussy but was more than adequate to concern me,
I've kept an eye out for your work, which I like very much (I acknowledge a bad start - my fault) and shall continue to do so. Please continue to document your progress in life here. Do take care of yourself,
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