<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fight like a Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before he spoke, I think I knew, <br>but did not dare to say its name.<br>The swollen lymph node was a clue<br>My self exam told much the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty eight and newly wed-<br>What will my husband say and do? <br>I face the loss of both my breasts.<br>Will he leave me? Are we through? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am ripped apart by knife<br>for my double mastectomy.<br>Will I no longer be his wife? <br>Will he no more lie close to me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where once I had such golden hair<br>A bright bandanna I will wear.<br>I’ve put my trust in my Physician <br>To chart the course and gain remission</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My prognosis remains uncertain-<br>We don’t know yet if it has spread.<br>The doctors fear I’ll be infertile, <br>I’ll be a favorite Aunt instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fighting like a girl, I battle<br>Many nights I question “why? ”<br>The monster seeks to test my mettle.<br>First defeat it, and then I'll cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Jeanette, our favorite aunt, forever in our hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420015" data-title="Fight like a Girl de John F. McCullagh" data-description="Before he spoke, I think I knew, but did not dare to say its name. The swollen lymph node was a clue My self exam told much the same. Twenty eight and newly wed- What will my husband say and do? I face the loss of both my breasts. Will he leave..."></div> </div> </div>

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