Laura A. Katz MD, a board-certified obgyn talks about life, women's health, motherhood and the "sensitive subjects."
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I looked around
and warriors were
what I found.
Young and old.
So many different
Stories told.
Some long and
Some mercilessly short.
No way to sustain their fort.
All with liquid weapons
of choice.
The only way to raise
their voice
Against a mutual
enemy within.
Even as their strength
wained thin.
Still fighting their
Own way.
Fighting to thrive
Another day.
Pushing for
themselves or a loved on.
Until their battle is
officially won.
I’m a tired little warrior.
Too much out of my control.
But the fight fuels my fire
And is good for my soul.
I try to ignore all the other things
Like bloating, balding, and not wearing rings.
I tell myself that it’s okay.
If I can’t recognize my reflection today.
I’m still in there. I just need to see.
That I have to go through this.
I have to do it for me.
It’s that time again.
Time to draw my sword and open my vein
Disrupting Cancer’s evil reign.
Time for the battlements to flow
Freely to let lymphoma know
There is no place left to go.
No place left to hide so get ready.
My force to defeat you flows strong and steady.
Seeking you out in all your hiding places
Prepared to leave no tangible traces.
Our farewell will be long but not fond
For ours IS a breakable bond.
Dr. Katz, age 51