Twas the night before surgery, and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.

I was trying to sleep, when panic suddenly set in,

It’s time to say goodbye to my breasts, “No, cancer, you can’t win!”


Suddenly I awoke with such fright, knowing my boobs would be gone

By this time the next night! In a moment it hit me, this is becoming too real.

Nervous thoughts and anxiety rolled around in my head,

I know I have to relax and just get to bed.


I am very well prepared and very well prepped.

But, boy oh boy, it hasn’t been easy to take this last step,

Go away cancer, go away forever….

As I now yearn, for it never to return.


IVs will be hung by nurses with care and my doctor will soon be there,

He’ll be all dressed in blue from his head to his toes,

My surgeon that is, in his operating clothes.


He’ll speak not a word, but get straight to his work.

With a twinkle in his eye, he’ll take them away with his swift sharp knife.

I know it’s for better and mere hours from now, I will look down to my breast,

To see nothing there, but deep cuts to my chest.


Now boobs, now tatas, now boobies, now breasts!

Off with these knockers, my hooters, my bosom… my breasts!

To the top of the mountains and valleys low, off now you must go!

Now dash away, dash away and slash away all!


A night or two in the hospital and soon home I’ll be,

Where my family and friends will come visit me.

So thanks to you all, at home and found here, as off I go now… praying, “Please find a cure!”

So that these nights before surgery are no longer here.


Off I’ll sign now as l get out of sight,

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!