My Bout With Cancer

My Bout With Cancer

© 1994 by Bud Lemire

 

I grow weaker, with each passing day

And hate to have you, see me this way

But there's this Cancer, eating up the inside of me

I'm hoping and praying, that someday I'11 be free

Waking to meet everyday, getting through each night

Never giving up, on this never ending fight

As you visit, your voices are music to my ears

They calm mc, soothe me, and lessen all my fears

It's nice to have you close, it shows me that you care

I know seeing me like this, must be hard for you to bear

I know I'm not the same, as the person you once knew

Because of all the pain, this illness put me through

Forgive me if I fall silent, I grow weak and easily tire

In this part of my life, everything seems to be so dire

I'm sleeping in an uncomfortable position, with pillows behind

To keep away the bed sores, that show up from time to time

Helping me breathe bet.ter, I wear an oxygen mask

Even with this help, it seems an impossible task

I know not where my life is headed, or where I'm going to be

Only that future studies on Cancer, is the answer and the key

I thank you each for coming, I thank the Lord above

I thank you each for praying, and sharing all your love

A poem I wrote back in 1994, when I truly didn't know all

the things about Cancer that I know today. But even then I

felt there had to be something written to make people aware

of how bad this disease was.