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Research (Poem)

Husband, I think I’m going to get cancer,

He says, “you aren’t going to get cancer,”

I say, “a lot of relatives had cancer,”

I say, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I get cancer,”

He says, “you aren’t going to get cancer.”

 

Husband, the chemo brings a symptom that is part of my phobia,

Husband, I don’t think I’ll be able to get chemo if I get cancer,

Husband, why did I have to get this phobia?

Husband says, “you won’t get cancer,”

I ask, “do you still love me with this phobia?”

 

So what do I do?

I do what I did when my panic attacks used to happen every day,

Continue my education is what I do,

I keep researching every day,

Trying to find an answer through education is what I’ll continue to do.

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