I was diagnosed in clinic, after a mammogram and ultrasound, one year ago today,
I’ve pinched this from another group and slightly changed it, don’t know who wrote it but it pretty much sums things up, I think it’s genius.
Wow! A year on! Are you going to celebrate?
Erm.
I’m not really sure if I will.
I’ve pondered and wondered
I’ve hummed and I’ve ahh-ed
I’ve searched through my brain
Delved deep and delved hard.
A year has now passed
Time borrowed, I thought
Since the day I was certain
My life would cut short
Since the day that they told me
It’s cancer my love
Since the day that my mind
Went and hid in the rough
Celebrating’s a weird
Thing to consider
Some feel like I should do
No brainer! Don’t dither!
Fireworks, a party
To mark my survival!
This is it, one year on!
A day for revival.
But I can’t. I just can’t.
It’s all so surreal
It’s all been so hard
It’s all still so real
Peace and self worth,
Safe body and mind
Resilience and humour
They’ve been so hard to find
I’m grateful to be here
When many are not
I know they’d have given
Everything to swap
I feel guilt and feel anger
I feel joy but still fear
I grieve for my old me
I grieve my career
I grieve for my body
I grieve for my mind
I grieve for the confidence
That got left behind
I’d be crass and unkind,
To celebrate my luck.
And the fates I’d be tempting?
I’m torn and I’m stuck.
But then a little voice inside me sings....
I’m alive! (although scared)
I’m alive! (Little grin)
I’m alive! (unexpected)
I’m alive! (that’s a win)
And actually I’m happy
But in the gentlest of ways
A smile and a thanks for
The last three hundred + days.
For the chance just to be here
To watch my boys grow
To help and to guide them
As the mum that they know
And so to mark this last year I’ve decided to say this:
Thank you.
Thank you to my doctors.
Thank you to my nurses.
Thank you to my counsellors
Thank you to researchers
Thank you to my family
Thank you to my friends
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thanking you,
The end.
PS.
And now I’ll go and eat some cake,
And look up to the sky,
And I’ll gently acknowledge it,
Nod my head and
Cry.
Beautiful, thoughtful poem Ruthie please celebrate
Coming thru this last year with everything that has been thrown at you . When you do ponder
those difficult times remember you were strong enough to fight back !
Enjoy the cake
Margaret x
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