Thanksgiving…

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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 still care,

I drive round the bend but they wait for me there,

Two daughters grown up on a whim and a prayer,

Quite surely a making of me…

The fun things is that people laugh at my rhyme,

This middle aged fairy has hit the sublime,

The words might be daft, but it’s victimless crime,

Quite surely a making of me…

The interview…

Thinking about an interview, a bite sized conversation, I couldn’t resist the thought from stranger to friend, my gynaecologist and me! Ignore the challenge to write, this article made me smile…

http://sharingthestoryblog.wordpress.com/2014/11/17/bite-size-memoir-interviews/?c=2127#comment-2127

I once had an argument with a guy who misquoted a war poet, oh and the lady who asked why I was applying to be her assistant when I should be doing her job (and she didn’t feel threatened!) -priceless stuff…

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 hair…”
The history, no mystery, my mother’s sarcoma,
Heart beating, defeating, my hopeful aroma….
And suddenly all we can speak of is veins,
No talk yet of treatment plans, surgical drains…
Your pity, I’m witty, connection one finds,
Mastectomy starts off a meeting of minds…

 

Good Tidings…

Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.
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 still care,
I drive round the bend but they wait for me there,
Two daughters grown up on a whim and a prayer,
Quite surely a making of me…
The fun things is that people laugh at my rhyme,
This middle aged fairy has hit the sublime,
The words might be daft, but it’s victimless crime,
Quite surely a making of me…

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The bright side…

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…

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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 angels proud knew we’d never regret,

A wiggle, a skip and we didn’t forget,

A frost in the wind with a wish…

How magic the dark was, no fear for the night,

We’d beg to stay out ’til it melts out of site,

My pixy ears glowing, and still they just might,

A frost in the wind with a wish…

This week I had more news of a friend who is now terminal, it is hard to know what to say when all that is left is hope. When I was diagnosed it was our first winter in Switzerland and my daughters wanted snow and when I had my surgery it did and they made angels too… I missed that first angel but they had fun with their dad and I have this photo alongside many more winters!