When things go wrong I think about those nights after school, when we boarders would beg to be let out and wet to the core whoop around the garden…
Lets pull on our wellies, it’s looking like snow,
We could run about laughing and no one would know,
There’s chill to the veins but the heart is a glow,
A frost in the wind with a wish…
The giggle inside though your pants are all wet,
The ice…
Asked to tell my ten years ago self the most challenging, the most rewarding and the most fun thing they could look forward to I am reminded that ten years ago I had cleavage (and here we are!) but now I have far more fun!
The challenge, a tumour developing fast,
An acid predicament, surgery blast,
Though they nearly killed me, the panic has passed,
Quite surely a making of me…
The thing that rewards, my family…
I do have a desk with a beautiful view! But cancer, do I really know what it is like? With my own diagnosis almost ten years behind, I am wondering if I am just a middle class army brat with an attitude? As this week I have spoken to a retired doctor whose wife died from liver secondaries and a grandmother of a 24 year old diagnosed with a brain tumor, there is a lot to listen to but not much I can say...
A toast…
The season is declining, a changing in the light,
The days are drawing colder and yet that is alright,
My time too, now in autumn, because I'm glad to say,
They did the operation upon a summers' day...
So many friends they tell me that growing old is sad,
But swapping a few wrinkles for life can't be that bad?
Okay July is over, bikinis not now wise,
That isn’t from the boob job, it's chocolate…
Can something ever be nothing, once it's inside your head?
Can we turn back where we started, get a new thought there instead?
So intelligent and funny, I'm accustomed to your way,
You are fragile, I'm the mummy, and uncertain what to say?
I can upbeat, that's my job, but this time it is us,
This is real and I must talk to you without making a fuss!
So I can't it kiss better, make you a favourite…
