The Cancer Surgeon

Poem By Richard Lackman

Having treated cancer patients for now 30 years
I've seen fear and anguish and of course so many tears
I've seen human nature at its worst and at its best
And witnessed those whose courage placed them well above the rest

Many of these struggles sadly ended in defeat
Yet even for these patients I saw life was still replete
With dignity and calm acceptance, humor and at last
Equanimity as what was present turned to past

I thank God for my blessings and the privilege granted me
In some small way to brighten lives plagued with infirmity
And though I know I saved some lives and helped more than a few
What I was given in return was much more than my due.

Comments about The Cancer Surgeon

We learn from them - to be brave and strong in our life struggles. And I know they appreciated you as a guardian angel. This is a beautiful, compassionate poem. Very touching. 10
A very lovely poem Dick - it expresses so well what you have both seen and done for cancer sufferers.
Thank you for this very beautiful poem - it speaks so eloquently about cancer patients and their struggles, and the reciprocal blessing for you as part of that struggle.


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