I do know sometimes that you mind,
Yet I’m not leaving you behind,
Just joined a new club, Cancer Friends,
For sticky moments and sad ends,
To talk to, without burdening you,
To ask the tricky questions to…
I know you care, I know you’re there,
I try to smile, some hope to share.
Who laughs at pills and ultrasound,
Or side effects? What’s more I’ve found,
The others in this club…
When I mention chemotherapy to people it is always the hair they ask about… I have only one photo of me when it started to grow back -too much for a wig but too new to colour, I was 41 and it has taken me nine years to accept that that was me
Hair and care and barely there,
I see you stare, not fair…
For years and years it hid my ears,
Shrouded my fears of Dumbo jeers.
A wig, no matter how I try…
When I was ill I would put on a good blouse and my friend Sharron would take me to the Oncologist, then when I had no veins left it was the Angiologist, we always had a laugh and I remember my treatment with pain but also that humour. I wrote this with that in mind…
‘Though not every day’s a good day, still a few are,
And not sure the things we could say, still it’s too far…
I can…
I work on the 11th floor, at 89 Albert Embankment, within Macmillan Cancer Support’s Fundraising Department, and we get a lot of very kind donations from enthusiastic supporters, but we are also told a lot of stories and we try to make sure everyone knows that Macmillan is there for them…
From a tower grand and tall,
Knitting hope for one and all,
Scared or sore or feeling silly,
Head goes hot or toes…
When I was young and careless,
My hopes were wide and tall,
But life has let things fare less,
And now my wants are small…
A walk beside the sea shore,
Or bluebells in the wood,
An afternoon can be more,
Than any money could…
The crisp snow under leather,
The taste of scones with cream,
More time to be together,
These are the dreams I dream…
The practical I’ll sort out,
The…
