They say
that cancer
of the breast
is a path
you walk
The truth is
nothing
will ever
be the same
again
Maybe
nothing
ever is
It would be easy
to look at it
as just another
problem
to be solved
but there is
no solution
There is
treatment
It keeps you alive
a little longer
It isn’t a cure
there is no cure
for death
The truth is
we are always
walking towards
death
Cancer is
a not very silent
alarm
reminding us
the end of our path
is near
And so
all those things
we put off
Healthy foods,
exercise for the body,
solace for the mind
becomes a need
not a choice
And then
there are days
like today
Where I sit
slumped
on my old
beat up sofa
looking out
the window
at a gray English
winter day
with a bright red amaryllis
blooming her heart out
While my mind
catalogs memories
happy ones
forgotten ones
curious ones
but no sad ones
no angry resentful ones
They haven’t
been invited
to this party
With the pain
my mind tumbles
in slow motion
I remember
the smell
of a vegetarian quiche
and the smile
on my little boy’s face
and the feeling of pride
in my fatigued heart
and love
I remember love
This path
of the woman
with half a breast
is always moving
in the direction
of love
There is fear
and pain
and isolation
but always
the mind and heart
join forces
turning my face
in the direction
of love
This cancer of the breast
is just another word
for love.
❤
I think a comment must be stuck in your spam folder.
This is extraordinary. ❤
Sorry. They don’t usually put your comments in my Spam Folder.
And thank you. I stopped writing when I was diagnosed with cancer. I just couldn’t make words. Today I decided to try to find my words. I still haven’t quite recovered my voice. I’m a bit rusty.
However, I’m so glad you liked it. That makes me happy.
Thank you. ❤️
Yes, it was the first time, it lasted a day but now seems to be okay. I’m so glad you are finding your voice again. ❤ Much love and light.