I'm Not Done Yet...(Get your tissues out)

I'M NOT DONE YET~ by passionartist//Annie
“I’m not done yet”, she cried, when the mass was first detected.
“I’m not done yet”, she pleaded, yet her prayers felt utterly rejected.
“I’m not done yet”, was her mantra when the doctors said stage four
“I’m not done yet”, she pronounced as the poison flowed through her port.
“I’m not done yet”, she smiled to fend off looks of denial, yet unwanted pity.
“I’m not done yet”, she silently screamed as they whispered “such a shame, she was so pretty". “I’m not done yet”, she echoed to an unforgiving night.
“I’m not done yet” once the sunrise baptized her with its rejuvenating light.
“I’m not done yet”, while the cure ensued ~was the treatment worse than the disease.
“I’m not done yet”, she rejoiced as she beat the all the odds~ in miracles she began to believe. “I’m not done yet”, she sobbed, embracing the pain, waging war upon the fear.
“I’m not done yet”, she sulked when her body became a stranger in the mirror.
“I’m not done yet”, she chanted as another night’s sleep unsympathetically passed her by.
“I’m not done yet”, she lied to herself~ preparing for her final good-bye.
“I’m not done yet”, she whispered, terrified and yet strong as the surgeon sharpened his knife
“I’m not done yet”, she renounced, as she woke once again and thanked God for sparing her life. “I’m not done yet”, she sung as her journey waged on, she was never alone, surrounded by love and by friends.
I’M NOT DONE YET, YOU SEE, AND I WILL NEVER BE…. AND I’LL FIGHT TO THE VERY END!

I have had a an emotional week. I don't know what it was? I guess the anticipation is growing on me. I will see the surgeon this week to inform me of my colonoscopy and what will happen for surgical procedures at the end of the month. I really hate to get graphic and technical, but I've been feeling really good and I don't want this feeling to end. I've been "going" to the bathroom like a normal human should and I know after surgery that will all change. My body will have to heal and adjust and pray that I will have normal bowel function. To be honest it's my biggest worry and concern that just thinking about it brings me to tears. I just want my body to be
normal again and cancer free.
When I came across this poem I connected with it instantly(I think any cancer patient would) As I read it I did find my self saying and thinking many of those things but as for me saying I'm not dont yet I read it as God saying"I'm not done yet" with you Kendra. He'll use every single part of my situation for building His Kingdom. I'm here Lord use me...