Resident grateful for help in the fight against breast cancer

By: Fran Neves - special to Lincoln News Messenger
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This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

According to the National Breast Cancer Association, Inc. (, the designation “is  an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease. While most people are aware of breast cancer, many forget to take the steps to have a plan to detect the disease in its early stages and encourage others to do the same. We have made a lot of progress but still have a long way to go and need your help!”

Visit that website or ask your doctor for information on topics including early detection, diagnosis, stages, types and treatment.

Lincoln resident Fran Neves wrote the following poems about her experience the past year.


Pink Scarf

As I await my fate

frightened of the unknown,

the doctors do not know,

my family waits nearby,

as life is passing by.


As life is passing by,

the tumor was benign.

My heart has skipped a beat.

Worried faces relax.

There's hope again at last.

After Treatment

Delayed side effects




What is this?

What happened?

Is there more?

Is it coming back?



delayed side effects

are expected ...

Not to worry ...

Not keeping me

from anything.

Just learn to

live with it.



The room’s called Serenity

a vault with walls of cement. 

Varian's the name of the big blue  

2.3 million dollar machine

that was lowered into the room

before the roof was finished ...

just like the sick man

lowered through the roof

and healed by Jesus.


I see Varian every day.

Sometimes she looks like

a telephone receiver.

Other times she looks like

the base of a mix master.


I lie on my back.

The attendants use a laser beam

to match up the tattoos

on my body.

Then they leave the room.

They are all very friendly and kind.


Varian begins to move.

She sends out lights and sounds.

It only takes 1 to 3 minutes.

She’s the only sound in the room.

I think of all the others who have

been here like me.


The radiation is painless.

I am grateful.



Remember Charlotte's Web?

Wilbur was slated to be sold at the fair.

Charlotte, the spider wove words into her web,

and the people thought Wilbur was

“Brilliant,” “Terrific” “Some Pig,” and “Radiant.”


But, Wilbur wasn't “radiated.”

Radiated or radiant,

like Wilbur, I want to be saved.


In the room called


a huge, blue machine moves,

sending light through me,

killing tissues and cells,

giving hope for new life.

Yes, I am “radiant.”



High tea time.

She wore lace and chiffon,

gloves, and a hat

with elegant, showy feathers.

Dripping with jewelry,

legs crossed nonchalantly,

she reflected on her past.


She'd been a model,

a singer, a dancer, a writer.

There'd been many men

waiting at her feet.

Now, it was her girlfriends

she was anticipating.


They finally arrived

all dressed similarly,

lace and chiffon,

gloves, hats, and jewelry,

laughing at the life

they'd all been dealt.