I'm discharged from the breast clinic,
A small step for a health cynic,
Tied up the gowns, hung up the frowns,
No longer dodging let me downs....
No more the annual mammogram,
I'm gambling or I'm fixed, I am!
The plastic chair, the tears, the stare,
The buttoned blouse I choose to wear,
And hushed impending everywhere...
Won't push my luck, just au revoir,
I've huge respect for all who are
Receiving…
Georgie Porgie, oh what a mess,
Out of my depth, I have to confess,
Things that would make a small boy cry,
And princess, that's now passed me by,
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
My attention span, below the grade,
The jelly belly the chemo made,
The dark days, the stark days,
Bald head for a lark days...
When the girls come out to play,
Cover it up and wish it away
The nurses just…
My chest is obsolete,
The B cup mass a cheat,
The stitching neat,
A tuck, a pleat,
Yet halter tops still sweet...
I know it was just meat,
And cancer's not a treat,
The boob delete,
Survive, compete,
So am I incomplete?
I entered a competition with this poem, the topic was obsolete and whist the feedback was good, I think the angle was not what had been anticipated.
Reconstruction is always a tricky one, it nearly…
When we climbed up that hill,
And took in the view,
I felt there a chill,
As I know you came too.
The body destroyed,
The structure is gone,
But still hanging in there,
You still come along.
And trapped in a moment,
I'm out on a limb,
Indulged and excited,
A wish and a whim....
I know you are smiling,
Amused by the ride,
We are all now together,
Come what time, come what tide...
Last week…
The odds were low,
The stakes were high,
We couldn't look,
Or else I'd cry,
Yet always hope,
I don't know why,
Ten years ago...
The nightmares real,
The hair a fake,
Those surgeons
and the mess they'd make,
I'm shaken up,
But didn't break,
Ten years ago...
How fortunate to be able to say this now, the last of my decade celebration! Back to work for me and looking forwards at…
