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Ringing silence,
the beep of the machine,
the click of the nurses in the hall.
I look over at the one I love,
the one who always seemed so strong to me,
but now she is pale as a leaf.
Her lips quiver and shake,
her hands tightly wringing each other.

Cancer, I say.
The word hangs in the air,
stuck in the flat, sterile oxygen.

I kiss her trembling lips.

Honey, you are here for a reason,
and I refuse to believe that you have finished your purpose.

I take her hand in mine.

Look at me, I'm going to tell you something and I need you to listen.
There is no magic cure,
this is going to be really hard
but I know you can fight this.
You are so strong, so beautiful,
and I love you with all my heart.
You are a goddess,
you have the heart of a warrior and if anyone can do this
I know you can too.

I choke on my tears,
but she isn't crying so I wont either.

You have to promise me that you wont give up.
Can you do this for me?
Don't give up.
You cannot let it win,
you are so much better than that.
I will be here by your side until you beat this thing,
until every last speck of it has...
I will never give up on you.
We can do this.
You can do this.

Stepping out of the hospital and into the sunshine,
I look at the sky.
In a tree nearby there is one white dove.

Look Honey,

I point at the bird,

you're going to be ok.

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