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Each of us has our own way of gaining positive energy to get through the day. When faced with a diagnosis of cancer, the little things become even more important. It could be your favorite music, a comfortable chair, your best friend, a pet that keeps you company or the sunshine streaming in through the window.
Recently, I began exploring poetry and found that as I was reading, I gained a peek into the author's thoughts and their view of life. Poetry can seem like a simple collection of words, but it expresses deep emotions and complex thoughts.
We've not done this before, but I thought it would be interesting to try sharing a few lines of poetry with each other to gain insight into the emotions of living with cancer. In this way, you'll know that you aren't alone.
Here are some thoughts that I put into poetry in the form of a haiku.
The wind blows the scent
from my grandmother's wild rose.
I feel love, hope, peace.
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Bittersweet the Sting
Full of promise, the pill slides down;
Reality fades as throbbing bones melt into bliss.
Mind still racing, tight muscles relax softly into the warmth.
Ears ring to a tune of their own as
Finally breathing slows with the beauty of slumber.
So often elusive, sleep takes control while
Dreams release a madness of their own.
Alas, the bitter pill has its own side effects.
THE BLACK DOT
There’s a back dot
atop my left hand
27 bones within unaffected in their precise movement
by that black dot
a circle the size of a hand rolled cig –
but my badge nevertheless.
placed there at the 1st Battle of my Roses
The longest battleday- over 10 hours,
drip, drip, slowly, then rapid heartbeat ,dt’s , shakes
Cold- frigid cold, unwarmed by blankets,
Unhorsed I cried : “more , please more blankets” and
they eased the drugs slowly, slowly
then Maxwellian, drip, drip to the last drop
the fluids attacked…whom? what?
Russianlike, I engage a daily war
of Red and White armies not knowing , even now
not knowing whether I favor the Russian Red Army
or the White Army
I have a lovely lp of the Russian Red Army singing
I know about Snow White, white and even yellow snow.
A singular drop of water in a pool of blood
Life- force flowing ebbs into a wan pink
Spreading slowly sunset into its pond…
The War of leukocytes – G-d what an ugly word
I had to check it’s spelling –white blood cells
from the Greek leucos, clear, white.
I shall be white lain on a white/ chrome table
and the leucos shall have won-.
I’s rather they were spelled with a “d” - lewd-
Struck deep in my throat.
Lances drawn these white soldiers posted
Up and down thoracically
Jousting here, cutting there, causing an itch
Developing a cough to be visited by doctors in white
A white knight appeared – as is required for the joust
A nobleman, with his own horse and, at the signal
A sound I never did
They told me
"They got all"
After carving it
Neatly off my chest
And frying the rest
Leaving my other breast
Untouched by knife or
Stronger than the cancer
My prayers to Him --
He got it all!
Newly diagnosed. Hating the diagnosis, and all the decisions to be made. Most horrific to me of all about whether to have a double mastectomy. It hurts, an I hate it. But at the same time there is much beauty. I've met some of the most amazing people, and I can see that my God is using the situation for good purposes. I have a long road ahead, but I have a mighty God to walk through this valley with. (I still hate the cancer though. :-)
Poetry in motion. It's called LIFE. Time. A promise for the future.
Music sends me into a state of peace and serenity. It also strengthens my immune system. I refuse to acknowledge the word cancer and give it the power it seeks. Jon
Quiet hope streams through my cautious thoughts on Life
Bring me music to take me to happy, tranquil places
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