It Was Cancer

It wasn't a broken rib like
I thought
Massive growth attached
to my ovary
A fibroid gone wrong
So they took it all out
And then some

Later they called to say it
was cancer. Lesions everywhere.
I'm no woman
Never was, Never will be
Ovarian
Fallopian
Cervical
And screw your appendix

Such a long scar
Inches upon inches
Never healed right
Infection
Strep
Hospitalization
Wound care team
Intravenous antibiotics
Perhaps I could have some morphine?

It burned night and day
Took four months to heal
Now it's as ugly as my sins
I deserve nothing
Brought it all upon myself
Must pay for my transgressions
And I'm okay with that

So... onto chemo


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