I have a lot to celebrate and unexpectedly because I was a dyslexic trouble rowser at school (intelligent I like to think besides, but not shiny enough to be bright!). Now I am almost ten years after breast cancer, at an age and a stage when I can do what I want to, and I feel like I may have been right from the start? Follow your dreams; they are probably your destiny! The more I talk about cancer the more people want to, who would have thought it? Let’s make this a special year – I hope that the challenges of 2015 will just be those you have chosen to take up!
I'm starting to think my track could be right,
A whimsical fairy that aspired to fight,
The silence we've held too long through the night,
The truth in the tumour a triumph...
At school I was witty but wayward I fear,
Undiagnosed word blind (that bodged my career)
And a passion for fashion, it's downhill from here,
The truth in the tumour a triumph...
I found sound employment with teamwork to train,
And from there a tambourine in hand again,
I started an ignorance bashing campaign,
The truth in the tumour a triumph...
Now working with people who know how I feel,
And some published poets do take me for real,
And Macmillan's a marvellous worthy appeal,
The truth in the tumour a triumph...
