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Wish Me Luck |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston 
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Someday my kids will hold these sheets of paper that I touch to them the words will be priceless to others not worth much. For on these bits of paper lie written pieces of my soul. To leave behind a memory of their Mommy is my goal. The same way I have read the lines my mother’s hand did pen it seems the past is destined to repeat itself again. In my control I have the power to divert this history, but go along life blindly ignoring signs that I can see. Angina and obesity a pack of cigs a day blood pressure and diabetes are what took my mom away. And now it seems inheritance is what I’ve gained at last. If I could just have one day to revisit in my past. It would have to be the moment I took cancer in my hand held fire to the end of it. So young I didn’t understand. And now my lungs hold damage from more then half a life the clutches of a smokers cough that cut through me like a knife. I swear that I am gonna quit at least ten times a day, but at the store I tell the man give me three packs anyway. This thing is like a demon some just don’t understand how half the world can take a stick of cancer in their hand. And I know that in future I will cry out its not right that I should have no helping hand to guide my cancer fight. So on this day I vow to you.. this stick I’m putting down. so my kids can read these pages and I’ll still be around! Any suggestions in this fight would be greatly appreciated. While not wanting to die of cancer I don't want to be lifted out of my house when I die by a Crane!! haha |
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Do it, Lucie! No butts about it! |
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