The Terrorist Threat Called Cancer

The Terrorist Threat Called Cancer
by J’nell Avenia
Cancer has struck, I am in a cloud.
My initial response, was to scream aloud.
A state of emergency had been sounded.
There would be a standoff, the Cancer grounded.
I took the initiative, with all Cancer screening.
My prevention yearly had great meaning.
To Cancer I would a hostage become.
I would rise power like the sun, initiative begun.
The incident will be positive, the Cancer will crash.
I recall all my faith, for this battle so brash.
Cancer the terrorist, has no chance, for my inner Cancer assassination rants!
First step, medical authorties, met at Cancer Facility.
Assess my threat and plan attack to the best of ability.
The mutations would lockdown with toxic chemicals.
My security reassured by modern medicals.
Recovery through Chemo and no radiation.
Recovery planned with much litigation.
My symptoms showed I was very sick.
My outbreak solved first with surgery quick!
My hazardous breast and lymph nodes are gone.
Contamination sent sailing along.
Sent home to recover, where exposure was low.
Public Health in grade school is epidemic, I could not go.
Bacteria and virus fill the air.
Making contamination always a scare.
Human to Human infection always breeds there.
Recovery from surgery was very hard.
Lymphatic spill over, recorded upon card.
Breast tissue filed up and sloshed like a wave.
The leaks stained clothing, still resistance I gave.
I fought like a trooper, positivity my bomb.
I always found the strength to go on.
Exercise was out for quite a few weeks.
There was fear of inducing lymphatic leaks,
A mental state of emergency was found journeys middle.
For I had feared Chemo since the time I was little.
Shooting Toxic Chemiacals and exposure to burn.
Food poisoning- like symptoms and gas, I did not yearn!
The Flu-like symptoms were possible too.
Chemo was something I dreaded to do!
Yes, the run from my terrorist a life changing event.
Holding avian egg-layers and agricultural dreams were temporarily spent.
This will all be temporary now I know.
For Chemo is over, into physical recovery I go.
This terrorist will not be welcome back.
Shooting Chemo and positive bombing my attack.
If this terrorist comes after you.
I think my poem spells out what to do!