Whims and Wishes

  • Washed clean...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I’ve been doing a creative writing course and thinking about senses. I remember when I convinced the doctors to remove the breast implant (mastectomy) that was killing me softly -that day, I washed my hair. I normally bath, but on days when I shower I always remember, 14 years ago now!

    She stands in the shower,
    Remembers, skin tingling,
    A post operative hour,
    Through the stitched scars
    still lingering.
    The implant removed…

  • Mass detect of me...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    It is the shirt time of year, the season between the summer dress and the polo neck, the autumn of the fashion world.  I am an accomplished recover-er, but I can't lie...

     

    It's there in the mirror,

    Quite plain to see,

    A patchwork frontage,

    That ravages me.

     

    The flesh that the leeches.

    Sucked back to life,

    Piqued from the preaches.

    Of keen midwife.

     

    Accessorize, dress it up,

    Starts the day,

    But though out of sight…

  • Not again...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    For the third time this year I am hearing about a peer with a second (third even) primary cancer...

    when did they say
    it had come back again?
    knowing what to expect,
    from this unwelcome friend,
    would make event a Sainte,
    face the news like a drain,
    and the humour you found before,
    hard to maintain?

    there’s an aura of hope,
    in the wishes we make,
    and a bare faced control,
    in the risks that we take,
    and painting a smile
    (though…

  • Salad days...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    My taste in sunglasses has probably not improved, but one of the best bits of getting older is what I call, the in-between dawn.   Getting up on a sunny morning before the day begins, making a cup of tea and going back to bed with the laptop!

    We’re totally sunshine,

    Wall to wall,

    The time of the dreadful,

    Cleavage fall,

    Tissue reconstruction,

    No life guarantees,

    It’s all now deflated,

    A reinstall please?

    #LifeWithCancer…

  • Now it is autumn...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    It was been a sad week, my dear French neighbour, Marie, died. She had Parkinson’s disease and had been a light in my life for 20 years. What do I regret? Not buying her a top from M&S -I meant to, it would have made her smile! I regret not phoning more when we were in England and not liking her sausage and cheese cake (a family joke). I reckon she'd laugh to be on my Facebook feed!

    Also my friends Amanda…