when she discovered that
she had colon cancer
stage 2, she at first had
the usual denial,
'no this cannot be true
for i don't smoke
neither did i eat meat
i did not have
a stressful life' she says.
the discharges of blood
proves her otherwise
her loss of weight
and low red blood cell count
convince her
about this reality
' i accepted this
matter and i did not
want to do anything anymore' she resolves,
'anyway, i am already
68, and had my life
what is the use of
an extension' she continues
on her plate is the fried chicken
a slice of roasted pig,
for her desert a glass of ice cream
and leche flan
all that the doctor says
she must not eat
she eats them now
i guess, i know what she means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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