Breast Cancer.

The sun shone brightly
could barely see beyond the scope of my window
looking beneath my microscope
its another familial case
one more biopsy
i'm already too familiar
how much more could i bear to see
my soul rumbles as i write a report
the tears i hide beneath my lips
as i watch you in disbelief
the same way you watch me
tell you accepting it is relief.
The mammograms revealing pulled up fibres
the calcific areas, localizing necrosis
sentinel lymphatics, already infiltrated
I tell you, your best choice is mastectomy
you break down in my arms
like several others have
and one more time i recount to God
Lord this job why must I have.
Just as i manage to console her
another woman is drawn in
the stench, the sight
a breast spliced open in two
eaten beyond repair by cells of you
drains the entire ward of hope
i wonder how many times i have to breakdown
chemotherapy, radiotherapy
imunosuppression, opportunistic infections
yet with each day
she looks at me, i c how hard she's fighting
that's when i appreciate life more
each day she'd cry out i had no lumps
but a retracted nipple she had
one sign she had forgotten
didn't see the eleventh day
but her faith and courage
left an impression days couldn't savage
then a few month later
a brother walks in
its infiltrated him too
and another painful cycle begins
which we hope to curb
with education, hope and research
soon and very soon, keep the hopes up
and keep on fighting by staying positive.

Fimisola-Samuel