
I recall the exact moment when a thousand aspirations
Dissipated and shrank down to just one-
A stark contrast between the before and the after came
And to repeat a cliche, life was never again the same..
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Diagnosis of a serious illness came as a blow
Though I delivered such news daily, I did not know
How profoundly life-altering the moment could be
When that sentence was delivered to me
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All my hopes for the future were dashed
All the carefully constructed plans collapsed
As I went through the stages of grief, there was but one thought
Would I get better, and what would happen if I did not
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Through months of darkness, I emerged on the other side
In “remission”, as my doctor proclaimed with unmistakable pride
I was a changed person, invested solely
In my health, my family and the community
Career achievements, ambitions, all took a backseat
My detachment from the material world seemed complete
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A few years later, I’ve started making plans
For the future, at present it seems that I can
But I remember the time when my only wish
Was for the cancer to be vanquished
Someone healthy has a thousand wishes, someone ill just one
I’m grateful that the privilege to have hopes I was won..
