By Julie Maley
In life’s quiet tapestry, a storm did brew, Breast cancer’s shadow fell, my fears it drew. A wake-up call profound, it shook my core, From caregiving roles to seeking life’s grandeur.
For years, my days were woven threads of care, Tending to others’ needs, burdens to bear. Preparing for the age of silvered grace, I tucked my dreams away, left no trace.
But fate, relentless, knocked upon my door, Breast cancer’s specter, a truth to explore. It whispered of uncertainty, a twist of fate, The urgency to live, not hesitate.
Fear coursed through veins like wildfire’s embrace, Yet in its grip, I found a newfound grace. The looming darkness carved a path of light, Guiding me to strength, igniting a fight.
Strangers vanished, friends turned faces away, Yet in the darkness, love found a way. My husband, steadfast, stood by my side, A beacon of hope, in whom I could confide.
For eighteen months, his love was my shield, As treatments waged war, together we healed. Others’ selfish whispers faded in the din, His care a testament, a love without sin.
In vulnerability, I learned to be strong, In solitude’s embrace, I found where I belong. No longer just a caretaker in life’s grand play, I emerged as a warrior, seizing each day.
Breast cancer’s grip, a catalyst so dire, Awakened my spirit, set my soul on fire. No longer defined by others’ whims and plans, I reclaimed my life, anew it began.
So let the scars tell stories of battles won, A reminder of strength when darkness had won. Breast cancer’s shadow, it scared me to see, That life’s true gift is the chance to be free
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