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Children's Hospital


A young warrior shares her experiences
of fighting cancer through poetry

Terra started writing poetry almost as soon as she could hold a pencil, but she never thought of it as a talent – just a fun way to think about her feelings. Then, she was diagnosed with cancer.

When she wrote the poem "The Warrior," Terra was in the toughest fight of her young life, but she wanted to give a voice to other children she saw suffering with cancer.

Terra was an active eighth-grader when she was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. Before coming to Texas Children’s, she was treated by a physician unaccustomed to giving bone marrow tests to a child.

"The tests were terrible," said Terra’s mom, Sue. "They put her to sleep, but she woke up during the procedure. You can’t imagine how horrible it is to stand outside a room and hear your child screaming like that."

Finally, they turned to Texas Children’s Cancer Center.

"Texas Children’s was so awesome," Terra remembers. "As soon as we got there, everything was OK."

Although Terra had intensive chemotherapy, she has fond memories of Texas Children’s. "They make it so much fun," she said. "They have so much to offer and so many ways to spend your time."

Terra’s experience with cancer also helped shape her career choice. She is studying biomedical science at Texas A&M University and plans to be a physical therapist. Upon graduation, Terra would like to work with disabled children, an interest that developed when she was a camper and counselor at Camp Periwinkle, a summer camp for Texas Children’s Cancer Center patients.

To read other stories about Texas Children's patients, visit Kids Courageous.

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The Warrior



Gazing in the mirror,
I see a warrior’s face.
Fully clothed in armor,
No fear and no disgrace.

A tear it never offers,
A smile it always gives,
No sadness does it show,
But what a life it lives.

Needles going in
As blood is taken out,
But still no sign of pain,
No cries to make you doubt.

Each day you see this person,
And think that they’re so brave,
Each day you see us laughing,
The tears are ours to save.

So when you see our armor,
And think we’re calm and mild,
Remember this one thing,
The warrior is a child.

            – by Terra