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Terror, Terror, Terror...!


Terror within my soul,
Shakes me to the very core,
That dreaded word, makes me so scared,
And I wonder if I can take any more!
Terror emblazoned into my brain,
My guts are twisted and torn,
My head is wrecked and battered,
Because of that dreaded word that morn.

Terror, total and utter terror,
‘It could be cancer, Cath,' He said,
This was another nightmare, not true!
And as he held his hands, I sat in dread!
Terror took me to the edge,
I didn't know what to do,
‘I don't know what it is,' he said,
‘But I need to remove it for you!'

In terror I sat, tears stung my eyes,
I didn't know what to feel,
And as I looked into his shocked face,
I couldn't believe it, it was so surreal!
Terror as I looked at his face,
The face that was always crinkled in smile,
Now it was stern, and worried,
His head in his hands all the while!

Terror, ‘what do we do?' I asked,
He looked me right in the eyes,
And told me this would wreck my head!
As I quietly sat, shook, and cried…
‘We can't leave it Cath,' he said to me,
‘I have to operate and do it quick,'
‘I don't want it to mess with your head,'
He said, as I sat there feeling sick!

Cancer, he didn't know if it was cancer,
But it had to go no matter what was there,
And it had to be operated on quickly,
I was struck in terror and fear.
Terror, because on his face I saw…
A pain and a scary look in his eye,
And as I looked back to him sitting there,
I whispered to myself…'I don't want to die!'

Terror like I've never known,
A sickness as vile as vile can be,
Invading my body, breaking my will,
For terror is all I could see.
Terror, terror, terror,
How do I get through this how?
Can I do it, do I have the fight?
 I don't think I have it just now.

Terror, terror, terror at the word,
At the thought it may be there,
Growing inside me, causing concern,
While in my mind I build up more fear!
Terror, terror, terror…
How the hell do I get through?
Tell me please, help me out…
For I don't know what to do!

Am I a wimp, am I so weak…?
So weak that I have no fight!
Or is my strength hidden in terror…?
Like a nightmare of the night!
I hate the word, it scares me so,
An abundance of terror within,
The fear is so out of sight!
The fear that this one I cant win!

But Adrian said to me that day,
‘Cath, I will put you right!'
‘And rid your fears once and for all,'
‘And your nightmares of the night!'
I have such faith in this special man,
And he has his faith in God like me,
And so between us, we should do well,
And a new dawn I should see.

Faith, strength, constitution and will,
Are vital commodities to have and hold!
I have the faith, and the fight,
And a special man who's determined and bold!
He's my surgeon, and my friend,
Whose goal is to make me well…!
And give me back my life…
And finally rid me of this hell!

I have the faith and determination!
He has the constitution and strength!
Between us, we shall prevail!


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