General Poetry posted November 2, 2017

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An unwanted tumour.


by Dolly'sPoems


Invasion crept, it seemed inept,
So silent and so slow;
Fed on the host, a phantom ghost,
He didn't even know.

Then one day, his will gave way,
Was there something wrong?
He sought advice, it wasn't nice,
For someone who was strong.

Never chosen, he took poison,
A concoction that was cosmic;
His face a book, a zombie look,
Blood sterile and so toxic.

His weakest point, they did appoint,
A man to cut his flesh;
They dug down deep, whilst in his sleep,
Resulting in a mess.

We prayed for time, but next in line,
His attitude indignant;
As he withdrew, the cancer grew,
The tumour was malignant.

To keep the light, he tried to fight,
It was true rebellion;
The hand of fate, had made a date,
And death was most unwelcome.


In 2009 my husband was diagnosed with a tumour which was very small. However it was in a difficult place and following chemotherapy it was removed. He unfortunately did not recover from the operation and died in 2010. I can write this poem now, but I still feel anger at the unnecessary suffering before he died. The doctors did their best but the treatment was brutal.

I miss him everyday.
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