Of All Things

I was ok hearing about the lump,
Surely it was nothing, a shadow on the film.
The idea of a biopsy was ok too,
That would surely come up clear.
Of course, hearing the "C" word
Yes, that was hard.
Surgery was ok, lumpectomy
Was a possibility.
And so you came out of that
Down one breast and fighting,
But, I was still sure they got it all.
No such luck, something about migration.
Into the lymph node.
So, dear sister, you started chemo.
And I thought none of that would happen.
So, this was still ok in my head.
Who would have predicted that what
Finally sent me over the edge
It really choked me up
Was you telling me
My hair, it came out in clumps this morning
So I shaved it off.
I am not ok with that.
Screw you cancer.