Well, Sh*t: a true story of Cancer, Prayer, and Emotional Shrapnel

First Letter to Cancer

written partially fall 2015 during chemotherapy 

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I woke up in the middle of the night

and I was being stabbed to death

by a disease with an invisible knife.

I woke up in the hospital,

and I was cut open

to extradite the disease

tripped the wire, set off the explosion

unknowingly spraying the emotional shrapnel

in every direction.

I woke up in the middle of my life,

and I was broken apart,

by troubled questions unanswered.

Surrounded by debris. 

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