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Dire Cure

Rating: 3.1

"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic
Oath begins, but before she might enjoy
such balm, the docs had to harm her tumor.
It was large, rare, and so anomalous
in its behavior that at first they mis-
diagnosed it. "Your wife will die of it
within a year." But in ten days or so
I sat beside her bed with hot-and-sour
soup and heard an intern congratulate
her on her new diagnosis: a children's

cancer (doesn't that possessive break
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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

A touching and soul searching narrative with quite a few up and downs of emotions. Congrats on modern poem of the Day.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 February 2017

So no harm! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 13 February 2017

Yeah, wish no one should have that dreaded thing called cancer. Heart touching poem.

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Tom Allport 13 February 2017

a brilliantly inventive poem about something everyone dreads?

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 February 2017

The name of God..... Thanks for sharing....

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