I’m rather good at setbacks, physically, emotionally, politically -they are part of what I see as getting along. Some small, like a bad hair day, some bigger, like breast cancer.
Who makes the dreams?
Who takes the dreams away?
Shut tight at night,
Still in fear I stray…
Who I was, calls me,
Some place I can’t go,
Or swaps up the decor,
Or kicks up a right show….
Ungrateful, as living
Should sure be enough,
Insatiable, wakeful,
The frills off the cuff
I caught it, I bought it,
The gab and the guff,
Comes down to a ticket
And seats on the bus…
Invested in heavily,
Grateful for tries,
Fulfilled undelivered,
Won’t go with my eyes,
The repairs have withered,
And now the surprise,
Unsustained personality
Change irrationalise…
It is in the quite moments, twelve years later, that I still feel the shock. A mastectomy swimsuits coves the outside, but it doesn’t fill the gap in?
When you have cancer, you are still you, with a life to lead, friends to see, family who need you and people to love. Because life with cancer is still life, and Macmillan can help you live it.
ailsa wishes... 