Diagnosed in 2019. Yet work as hard..as if I’m a teen....and they said you’re strong.
For that keeps me going....and helps my knowing....and they said I’m strong.
Out of sight though I cry...through the night, that’s no lie....and they said you’re strong.
To get out of bed....what a tremendous dread...and they said I'm strong.
90 days...laid away....as my cells grew for another day....and they say you’re strong.
The strength to survive is never no jive.
The strength to survive can never go hide...
So, now I can see, why they say that to me...
Yes, they’re right...I am strong.
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