At the top of my leg on the right inner thigh,
A lump like a golf ball you could see with one eye,
It didn’t hurt me so I never went to the doctor,
It had been there a year or perhaps even longer,
I should get it checked out for peace of mind,
Was the general consensus I was beginning to find.
So I went and eventually it was taken out,
And I was told not to worry about,
So I didn’t, but still I had to go for an answer,
That day stays with me, the day I was told cancer.
Well this isn’t fair, who dealt me this hand?
This shouldn’t happen to me, I don’t understand.
I’m generally fit, play footy and stuff,
Go down to the gym, is this not enough?
Obviously not, but what can you do?
Keep your fingers crossed and pray it ain’t you.
And since that day, that’s what I’ve done,
Began to eat better, and do the odd run,
But in the back of my mind, I don’t have a say,
Just check myself often and thank God not today.
