I remember when you told me
You sat me down
When you said those words,
I felt as if about to drown.
¨Your aunt has cancer¨
You said, expression grim.
I was filled with horror,
And the room became dim.
It was breast cancer, but
They caught it early on you said.
You were optimistic
I could barely raise my head.
And then there was chemo
And that beautifully strong woman lost her hair.
Then came radiation, and her immune system
Was weak so when we saw her next, it was hard not to stare.
She was very thin, and wearing a wig
But she was optimistic
And she got better, look at her now
She's always been more than just a statistic.