Fighting My Way Through Breast Cancer With Poetry

Cancer Poems

I want you to live and argue with it endlessly, I want you to be irritated by it and impatient as you are with me right now. I gaze at your face now, Irish and watery eyed with fear and mirth. Fight dirty and grab it by its dark balls, or if it happens to be a lady, dig your nails in and pull out her hair.

Wipe the smile off its filthy face, Wipe a smear of oil across your face. Roll your sleeves up…the gloves should be off. Clinch it…twist it…bring it down on the nub of your knee. Kick the stool from under it. But never forget, sunshine. She smiled at me at held my hand I squeezed back gently, bedside manned When she needed to know that we were there We sat watching from grey chair When scared and pained and short of breath.

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We settled her, no fear of death We reminisced of holidays And smiles all round at better days We sat and watched her rest in peace As pain so harsh did finally cease Thank you for our time together Now we can be at peace forever. Cancer you suck the future From so many that you touch I beg for one more life spared Would that really be too much?

I come-to wearily, conscious of the slight ache in my shoulder. I hold the kettle under the cold tap, one foot on the other on the chilly lino. I watch the sheep from the kitchen window while I wait for the kettle to click off. They are nibbling the hedge. It looks bare to me. I take my cereal and tea back to bed and arrange my two duvets, my hat and my scarf. I am lucky to have an appetite. I will always be young and beautiful. The tragic heroine has been a favourite part. I have no pension plan.

What a brilliant decision! How does it feel to be the living dead? Its nearness makes everything clearer, brighter, darker. I love to get a reaction. I was so sure that I knew where I was going and to find I was wrong was disquieting. I had rehearsed my reactions to being faced by mountains;. Trying to look on the bright side of them and appreciating their grandeur; preparing so thoroughly that I forgot to pack the sun cream. I was blinded by the level, benign beach and shady palms. This was all mine to run across and roll about on and dance along.

What do I pack? It could be cold and rainy, could be a tropical paradise. I had better pack everything. I feel it in my bones. Have I remembered to pack everything? Radiation treatments may kill the cancer but are also dangerous for the body.

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Chemotherapy comes with many side effects such as hair loss and severe nausea. The many faces of this disease challenge an individual to show their fighting spirit and will to live. When I lay there beside you, Could you feel me there? My arms were wrapped around you, And I was stroking your hair. My mother got cancer when I was 8. She survived and was in remission for a year, but when I was 12 she was diagnosed with cancer again.

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Fighting My Way Through Breast Cancer With Poetry [Diana Ballinger] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. When Diana Ballinger was. She wrote this poem to honor all her patients and friends who have taken the breast cancer journey. Enjoy. I Fought Like a Girl By Elayne Lansing Based on the.

This time we all knew she would die, when she told us I What would you do in 5 short years? Would you make them the most or hide from your fears? My daughter Zinhle Snethemba Nkabinde also lost the battle at only 14 months from Atypical Teratoid Rhabdoid Tumor having been diagnosed at only 12 months, to this day my heart is still To be brave is to cry But still to fight on, And that's what you did, Our hero, our son. I am so sorry. My great grandma died from cancer and so did my grandma. It must've been so hard for you. I can't imagine what you went through losing your son. I'm so sorry for your loss.

I hate you I hate you Oh why can't you see? How you took my heart and broke it When you took them from me! My Mom fought and beat breast cancer almost 20 years ago. I will not forget. I will remember I will not burn out.

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I will sparkle forever. I Will Survive It was dark and dismal as I lay in my bed, It was also so dark, inside my head, Thoughts going round inside my brain, Spinning faster and wilder like a hurricane. I've now gone full circle, Can look at my self and now I thankfully see. My body has changed but I'm now so alive my future no longer looks bleak, I see myself now as the woman I am, I'm no longer, in my mind, "the freak" Without my family I'd never had made it, I'd never have got through each day, I know now my husband of 32 years, will love me whatever, come what may.

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Could anyone have told us.. Two friends were there awaiting for a plane to make us care.. I was here in California we were miles and miles apart. My cockatoo from Australia had long ago stolen my heart. Our e-mails were our only link. But God knew what he was doing God united these two "boob sisters" who understood each others pain He knew we needed each other Our love of dogs, and nature, our never ending love Of those whose lives we made better with God's guidance from above. Now you have left me my sister The friendship that we have built So go and select the fabric for your wings Just find a large enough place so we can quilt.

You know who you are. You are the ones who hold me close in your hearts, whose tender hugs transcend my fears into the loving light that builds my strength. You are the ones who help me find peace in my war against a disease that hides sheepishly in my bones. You are the ones with whom I dance and share the music and laughter that fills my soul with joy. When in the night I cannot sleep, I invite you in. Thoughts of you and memories I cherish bring me comfort and fill the darkest recesses of my mind. And as the mystery of this life unfolds I journey forth with a lightness in my step, and a smile upon my face, as I am certain I will never walk alone.

And so it is, with gratitude and a humble heart I say thank you, my dear ones, for being by my side. The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. So she did and she had a wonderful day. It's about learning to dance in the rain. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny.

A friend is someone who knows The song in your heart And can sing it back to you When You have forgotten the words. If you think you are beat you are. If you think you dare not you don't. If you'd like to win but think you can't It's almost a cinch that you won't. We sincerely hope you will submit your poetry, so that we might include it on this page Contact Us.

Coping by Juliette Jeddry A poem by a handicapped breast cancer survivor. Atlantic Breast Cancer Net http: Our Community Projects Sharing of our Love! If you write poetry and would like to submit your poems for us to include in this section, please e-mail them to breastcancerdiy earthlink.

As you can see, we have a few poets among us! Never Give Up Poem By: Two perfect actresses in the same boat! Being the one to be strong,. Even through dark to light,. Being the one to have courage,. Even through gloomy night,. Being the one to have faith, and. Knowing that a better day is on the way,. Being the one to always call upon Jesus,.

Sad and Inspirational Cancer Poems

What else is there to say? My Breast Cancer Journey Feel a lump and fear the worst. The English translated version: That is the beauty of a woman But after a while In Her free moments inside was dying. There is such a shame Saying he could not understand Standing in front of the mirror for hours She Judged Her breasts;.

But then falls into thinking that what I say Her husband caught in the vortex of the waves. Then suddenly one day Listening to "doctor" was shocked She suffered a lot of pain when parted her A few years later, her condition began to deteriorate again There is no other option left other now For Surgical Treatment of Her Body. Her second bust also removed But today, "She" instead of those Busts She hides Her gloomy desires, Ensemble "woman" is the blouse So poignant occasion arise That whenever your "breasts" In a strange feeling, So do not forget to immediately Go for Medical check up When feels Your life in danger.

Her Original poem in Hindi: Self Examination is the only way to get rid of this Disease ,. And If Symptoms Persists….. Don't know where Penny Baby lives - but this is truly a writing from a very loving daughter thankful to have a survivor for a mom. Bless you for sharing this with all of us. I understand that every time you need to cry because you no longer see what you did several months behind.

It doesn't matter how your body looks now. You will always be my beautiful mother that is alive and lived through cancer. Just received an e-mail from Marilyn Stacy who has sent us the following 2 poems - She wrote: You have my permission to print them on your website. I hope they give someone a smile. These poems were written by: She writes that "suddenly these little poems started spitting out about 20 of them so far and I suspect it is just my way of dealing creatively with all these feelings I am having".

We love this type of sharing - it comes from the soul, and helps everyone that reads it. A trace of light Breaks through. Shrouded still, Stained With fear. Live while you are here, What grows inside Provides only A suggested passage. Every once in awhile there is a delightful surprise because of this badge we wear! Scans me over And knows. Scarf a dead giveaway I guess. Or maybe Something in my eyes. Does the tired In my bones show through? Got a box filled with scarves That I'd just love to pass To someone like you, In need of a few.

I got through my bout Spent a year in that stew And look at me now Strong, with lots of new hair. Just hang in their honey Is my message to share". Eggs, toast and hope Served up with a smile From a sister of mine Without any guile.