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Created on: March 16, 2010
I had a late lunch with my best friend today
She offered to take me to Chemo Wednesday
I thank her but on my face there is a mope
She assures me that there’s always reason for hope
“It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be great.”
And said as the waitress brought us our plates:
“I’ve given up sugar until after Easter.”
Then it hit me and I laughed in my fajita-r.
She asked, “What’s the joke? What is so funny?”
I enlightened her to my epiphany.
I’m not Christian, but she knew what I meant,
When I told her "I’m giving up cancer for Lent."
I said I’m giving up cancer for Lent.
Take it back to from where it was sent.
I’ll keep this new outlook, despite the strife
I’m giving up cancer for a new life.
I can beat this disease.
I’ll take life if you please.
I’m giving up cancer for Lent.
We finish our meals and we finish our talk
And she has to go take her dogs for a walk
My dogs are there to welcome me home
With unconditional love. I know I’m not alone.
Out on my porch for the breeze on my face
I honor this time. I honor this place.
I got a good man at work; he’ll be home before long
Wait till he hears that I wrote a song,
A song about hope, love, compassion and friends,
And that my life is not close to its end.
He knows I’m not Christian and what I meant,
I told him "I’m giving up cancer for Lent."
I said I’m giving up cancer for Lent.
Take it back to from where it was sent.
I’ll keep this new outlook, damn all the strife
I’m giving up cancer for a new life.
I can beat this disease.
It’s my life if you please.
I’m giving up cancer for Lent.
I’ve given up cancer for Lent.
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