White text on a black background. Title reads: Tumour Humour
Text from Aagoon's poem reads:
One morning, I’m rushing, ready to face
Another long day, another rat race.
Late to my calculus class at nine,
I pull back my hair and a lump I find.
I touch it and frown, unsure of its might,
Day after day, it stays there in sight.
Small and unbothered, it sits like a chum,
Mr. Lump, my companion, a new rule of thumb.
Aagoon, 21.
"Writing this poem helped me find some light in the chaos." Aagoon wrote Tumour Humour, a poem about being diagnosed with stage 3 Hodgkin's Lymphoma when she was 19.
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