Fight Like A Girl Poem by John F. McCullagh

Fight Like A Girl



Before he spoke, I think I knew,
but did not dare to say its name.
The swollen lymph node was a clue
My self exam told much the same.

Twenty eight and newly wed-
What will my husband say and do?
I face the loss of both my breasts.
Will he leave me? Are we through?

When I am ripped apart by knife
for my double mastectomy.
Will I no longer be his wife?
Will he no more lie close to me?

Where once I had such golden hair
A bright bandanna I will wear.
I’ve put my trust in my Physician
To chart the course and gain remission

My prognosis remains uncertain-
We don’t know yet if it has spread.
The doctors fear I’ll be infertile,
I’ll be a favorite Aunt instead.

When fighting like a girl, I battle
Many nights I question “why? ”
The monster seeks to test my mettle.
First defeat it, and then I'll cry.









For Jeanette, our favorite aunt, forever in our hearts.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lillian Thomas 13 November 2009

I like this one, tender thoughtful remembrance for someone dear to you.

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