By Brookshire McDonald, “Patron Saint”
SurvivingBreastCancer.org has enabled us
To become friends really fast.
My hope is that all our friendships
Will last and last.
Our boobs have brought us together
As our stories we do share
Over states and even countries
We come from almost everywhere.
Boobs of ours
Measured A, B, C, or D;
And one of you even claimed
To have been a G!
Plastic surgeons try to match them up
The best they can do.
Mine don’t match at all;
I don’t know about you.
With a breast cancer diagnosis
Many options come your way —
Lumpectomy, mastectomy, reconstruction, tattoos
Or flat to stay.
Having fallen from a ladder
My journey did endure
Three leg surgeries, a blood clot, then two primary breast cancers
And many prayers for sure.
I admire each of you
As through breast cancer you go.
Your struggles, courage, and strengths
Really do show.
On top of that road
You are traveling today
COVID-19 has thrown
A wrench into play.
Dealing with just one issue
Was a master feat.
Each of you now
Has additional obstacles to beat.
I can laugh with you,
And I can cry with you
But I can’t really imagine
All you’re going through.
As you travel this journey —
Not a choice you did choose,
You are reaffirming my faith
That I didn’t lose.
You awakened my awareness
Of how blessed I have been;
And to have you as my cancer sisters
Has introduced a special kin.
You may not realize it
As your journey you do fight,
But each positive gesture of yours
Brings to someone a promising light.
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