ALIEN
A little bald, ugly, Alien freak
It seems that's all I see
When I look in the mirror,
That's what looks back at me.
The hardest part of cancer
Is losing all your hair
It starts by thinning slowly,
Then drops out everywhere.
Wigs and scarves and turbins
And rags tied on your head,
They're tight and hot, uncomfortable
I'll take my hair instead.
Chemo really is a bitch,
It makes you feel so bad.
Six more treatments, help me God!
Sometimes I feel so sad.
And it's not just the loss of hair
It's how you feel with-in.
I pity those who go through this
Alone, without a friend.
No desire to eat or drink,
Just lay around and pray.
That the cancer cells will all be killed
And you'll be well someday.
You play the hand of cards you're dealt.
Make everyday the best.
Do the things the doctor says,
And let God do the rest.
When friends and family look at me
With wigs and rags and ties,
They see me as I used to be,
They're looking with Love eyes.
A little, bald, ugly, Alien freak,
Alive and fighting each day.
And if looking like this can save my life,
Then this is the price I'll pay.
Copyright Shari Stack
This poem was written by my daughter, Shari
who is undergoing chemo therapy for breast cancer...
This is her way of helping others
going though the same ordeal, to know that
they are not alone and someone understands.
My Alien
by Clara Scarberry
My beautiful daughter with long blond hair,
Stood there before the mirror,
As scalding hot tears rolled down her cheek,
And her heart was filled with fear...
The lump she felt within her breast,
Had been surgically taken out
But the agony and the fear remained
As her mind was filled with doubt.
Then as the brush ran through her hair,
She stared in horror at the sight,
And silently she felt as tho
Her days had turned to night...
As the days went on so painfully,
She felt ashamed of her new look.
She felt she was an alien,
So that's the name she took....
She called herself an alien,
And wanted to run and hide,
But with all the prayers and love, she knew
Everyone was at her side...
So now the hard times are over,
Yet she feels insecure today.
Unthinking people tell her,
It may come back someday.
But Daughter, let me tell you.....
Your faith has made you whole,
You have nothing left to fear now,
For God has touched your soul....
Copyright Clara Scarberry
SURVIVOR
by Shari (April 11, 2001)
DEAR GOD, PLEASE KEEP ME CANCER-FREE
I PRAY THIS EVERY DAY
SINCE OCT. 30TH, 98
I'VE COME A LONG, LONG WAY
ENDURED THE PAIN OF SURGERY
TWICE UPON MY BREAST
A DRAINAGE-TUBE, A CHEMO PORT
THROUGH ALL I DID MY BEST
THE LOSS OF ALL MY HAIR WAS HARD
I SHIED AWAY FROM MIRRORS
I COULDN'T BARE TO LOOK AT ME
AND SEE MY DEEPEST FEARS
I HATED CHEMOTHERAPY
IT ALWAYS TOOK SO LONG
I'D GO IN FEELING NOT TOO BAD
AND COME OUT NOT TOO STRONG
I'D VOMIT ALMOST CONSTANTLY
STARTING EARLY MORN
LAY ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR AND CRY
REGRET THAT I WAS BORN
RADIATION TOOK IT'S TOLL
MY SKIN JUST RUBBED AWAY
I BLED AND BURNED, IT HURT SO BAD
DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY
BUT ALL THE PAIN'S BEHIND ME NOW
MY SCARS I WEAR WITH PRIDE
I'M A BREAST-CANCER SURVIVOR
AND GOD WALKS BY MY SIDE
MY SCAR IS SHAPED JUST LIKE A HEART
WITH AN ARROW RUNNING THROUGH
TWO HEARTS, MY HAIR AND NO MORE PAIN
I DID IT.....SO CAN YOU !
Copyright Shari Stack
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