Whims and Wishes

  • Memories...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    January 18th, it is ten years since I went in to hospital...

     

    I remember the white,

    Crisp snow,

    Starched sheet,

    The dark of the night,

    Defeat...

    The bare all,

    The recall,

    The hair fall,

    (The long hall)

    The pain sharp yet bright,

    Spilled drinks,

    Silk pyjamas,

    The bandages tight,

    And going bananas...

    Isolation,

    Creation,

    Mutation,

    Foundation.

     

    The treatment weeks were like a black hole I fell deeper…

  • assumptions...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

     

    "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…

  • A new year...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    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…

  • Hope...

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    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…

  • Sing along....

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    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…