WHO IS THAT IN THE MIRROR?

I stare into the mirror and what do I see?
Surely that woman couldn't possibly be me!
The hair that had always been full and soft brown,
Was now falling in tuffs and drifting to the ground.
The skin: so young and pink, with laughter lines galore,
Now looked sunken, and pale, and drooping toward the floor.
My weight: something I'd always had trouble controlling.
is now being monitored by doctors like they were out and patrolling.
They say I have cancer,
The great taboo word.
All I wish I could do is fly away like a bird.
Into the sky so high and so free,
That's how I remember myself to be.
I can do nothing more but to sit and wait,
They say I must come to terms with this as my fate.
But I am too young for this to be happening!!!
Damn it!!
I'm not going to let cancer win this round,
I'm going to fight it, and pummel it into the ground!
So all you ladies who see yourself in me,
Join hands and shout out in victory!
WE WILL SURVIVE THIS, we most surely would.
Or die... knowing we did everything we could.

In memory of a dear cousin.....RIP Bev....1990