Cancer Of The Lung

Wow . . . what a mouthful!
Cancer Of The Lung.
There, I’ve said it again.
and now that I have,
I’ve twisted, turned and
mispronounced it just like I did
the first time.

Cancer. Of the Lung,
Oh, and of the Liver too.
No symptoms other than
constant coughing
until diagnoses.

Go Figure!

Chemo – Radiation, Infusion Center,
They’ve become a part of life,
and in many ways
I’m happy to make their acquaintance –
it means I’m still here,
smiling, laughing, speaking with my
new found friends in the Center.
We have so much in common,
and Cancer has brought us together.

Oh, don’t misunderstand.
It’s not for everyone – uh,
it’s not for Anyone, No One
should ever be so plagued.

But you’ve got to smile, I mean,
I’ve never smoked, Ever.
My whole family, my blood-line,
has pretty much all died of
Heart-Trouble.
Me, in my elder years,
I don’t have heart trouble – No!
But boy I’ve got Cancer, Stage 4.
Yeah, Stage 4, right off the bat.
I don’t fool around. No little bit of bother
here, or there,
No increasing pain, or other goings on –
just a Cough, and yeah,
I kind of suspected the cause,
and I finally had a camera
stuck down my wind-pipe,
and I finally had a diagnoses . . .
for the “cough” that is.

No heart trouble for me.
Be damned if I’m going to act
just like everyone else –
Hey, I’m unique, I’m special,
I’ve got Cancer!

And I’m going to be just as positive
as I have always been.
I’m going to laugh, and at times
I’ll probably cry . . . not
because I have Cancer,

I have a soft-spot for sad movies,
and those that have far greater
problems than I,
and all the other things in life
that may need a good cry.

Mostly though, I’m going to laugh,
as I always have,
at and with everything and everyone,
because that’s who I am.
I enjoy being alive, mundane
as my life may be.

And along the way,
for as long as I have time,
I’m going to talk to God –
He’s my Father, right?
I’m going to ask Him,
what the hell is going on with this?
and the infamous – why me?

Although – why me? in a clinical,
detached kind of voice . . . curiosity,

you know?
© wesley james beard, jr.
May 31, 2020

Note: Just some of my thoughts about this 'affliction' I, like so many others, now have. Please don't send me sympathy pains as they just won't fit with me. Illness of any kind won't ever beat the life, and love, and spirit out of me.