Thinking about an interview, a bite sized conversation, I couldn’t resist the thought from stranger to friend, my gynaecologist and me! I thought about the day I went to the GP…
“So what is your worry?” the good doctor asked,
“A lump, well a bump”, my emotion was masked…
“I wished for a cyst that you might seek there,
It’s cancer I know though, please don’t spoil my hair…”
The history, no mystery, my mother’s sarcoma,
Heart beating, defeating, my hopeful aroma….
And suddenly all we can speak of is veins,
No talk yet of treatment plans, surgical drains…
Your pity, I’m witty, connection one finds,
Mastectomy starts off a meeting of minds…
