"shows us your boobs"
they shout for a laugh,
a pub crawl,
a street brawl,
not funny by half...
I'll lift off my hair
and lift up my top,
then you'll blush,
your friends hush,
'cause your joke's a flop...
I am very happy with being me, probably happier than most, but one thing that I still find hard is the get your tits out joke (and I have also been a party to other women who know…
Regarding personal fitness (BMI),
I'm absolutely perfect and here's why,
No ache for cake,
No thick milk shake,
Can break my resolution not to die...
Advice, I've taken shed loads, good and bad,
Literature fanatical (and plain mad!)
Reduced my caffeine in,
No carbohydrate sin,
And overall my wellbeing makes me glad!
When told to take a cure and shed my hair,
My radiated front even seemed…
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…
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My Onco’ offered me…
Twelve lymph-nodes hosting,
Eleven radio’s toasting,
Ten short hairs boasting,
Nine deep veins hiding,
Eight cells dividing,
Seven nails all cracking,
Six chemo’s smacking…
Five co’old things…
Four sleeping pills,
Three night chills,
Two morphine thrills,
And a sponge where my boob used to be…
It is…
Thinking about an interview, a bite sized conversation, I couldn’t resist the thought from stranger to friend, my gynaecologist and me! I thought about the day I went to the GP…
“So what is your worry?” the good doctor asked,
“A lump, well a bump”, my emotion was masked…
“I wished for a cyst that you might seek there,
It’s cancer I know though, please don’t spoil my…
