Hope…

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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 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 to, who would have thought it? Let’s make this a special year – I hope that the challenges of 2015 will just be those you have chosen to take up!

I’m starting to think my track could be right,

A whimsical fairy that aspired to fight,

The silence we’ve held too long through the night,

The truth in the tumour a triumph…

 

At school I was witty but wayward I fear,

Undiagnosed word blind (that bodged my career)

And a passion for fashion, it’s downhill from here,

The truth in the tumour a triumph…

 

I found sound employment with teamwork to train,

And from there a tambourine in hand again,

I started an ignorance bashing campaign,

The truth in the tumour a triumph…

 

Now working with people who know how I feel,

And some published poets do take me for real,

And Macmillan’s a marvellous worthy appeal,

The truth in the tumour a triumph…

 

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Sum total….

I wrote this earlier this year but it is a good one for expressing my thoughts moving in to 2015, the ten years on…

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I’m an army brat, who last July turned 50,

And the numbers of my life run through my head,

I’m a jolly sort; I’d describe myself as nifty,

And since April we were 25 years wed…

I had lived 5 places before being 5,

With another 4 before the age of 10,

It didn’t stop at that; I think that I’ve

Had 12 addresses more to add since then.

So that’s 21, plus a place we own in France,

2 cats, 3 burglaries, with just 1 man,

Then we count 2 daughters, things they did advance,

Till the point I’m at, without a future plan…

Though the doctor said 5 years I’m beyond 9,

8 surgeries, at 1 point death just missed,

As the girls leave home I think I’ll have more time,

For the 85 who are on my Christmas list…

With 3 A’levels, 1 bachelor degree,

I’ve a 4 day job, keep fit 3 times a week,

I think cheerfulness in life, that is the key,

And continued education -I’m a geek!

I have never had depression, I’ve had fun,

Even though my mum was ill when I was 7,

I attended 6 schools, got the peer thing done,

And some people keep 1 friend, I have 11…

I expect to add more places overall,

To the 15 countries looked at, 3 were home,

At 5 foot 3 I’m not exactly tall,

50 kilos, that’s a fairy not a gnome!

If the future isn’t adding up for you,

The times tables seem to stretch ahead from here,

And the years, I think I’m roughly ½ way through,

Though the beat has slowed to ¼ time I fear!

Festive frolicks…

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…

We are almost at Christmas and ten years ago I was about to be diagnosed with breast cancer (6th January 2005) so here is my “carol” for thanksgiving…

My Christmas campaign…

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Would a wish be enough for the pain in your head,

Or the gape in your bra or the things that aren’t said?

Could a wish be enough when your work gets too much,

For the questions that spin round, control you as such?

May a wish keep you warm when the rain starts outside,

Whilst a wish employs nurses to ease up the ride…

This wish could be care at the end of the phone,

Or maybe you don’t think you would feel alone?

Maybe wishes can organise wig wear advice,

Or a walking group ramble, now that could be nice…

The wish I see daily is people who do,

And they offer their money and sometimes time too,

And whatever it is why don’t you follow through?

‘Cause to give (as to get) is a wish that comes true…

Whims and wishes are my rambles on the edge of other people’s nightmares, but I know that sometimes the help needs to be a little more practical, if you haven’t already, could you donate something to Macmillan Cancer Support this Christmas and turn that wish into something tangible… It is as easy as a click…

https://www.justgiving.com/whims-wishes