You asked me for my best advice,
Yet I don’t dare disclose it,
The risk take for you isn’t nice,
Imagine if you chose it?
I end my days with wicked wine,
It should be herbal tea,
But a good Chinon is quite divine,
Oh please don’t mirror me…
Whilst taking a calc’ supplement,
Is good for all those bones,
It’s remembering that we lament,
Now I face vast unknowns!
I skip through life at eager pace,
And you know what that means,
I’ve charmed a special wishing place,
I believe in hopes and dreams…
I wouldn’t take the pain killer,
They had me in a daze,
No auditions for that thriller,
Do the medics say I’m craze’?
I’m rather spoken outward,
And I’m often causing stress,
Though you think that I strike a chord,
My life’s in quite a mess!
So see, it’s been a pickle,
Of a bumpy kind of path,
I’m winging this, I’m fickle,
Health’s not there for the laugh…
And last, let’s talk emotion,
I’d a family, and have yet,
Don’t admire my plans in motion,
It’s a path you could regret…
I am often asked for my opinion about treatments and choices, for me it was best summed up recently by a friend, who said that at the time you just make the decisions on the run… Maybe do as I think right, and not what I did -I support conventional medicine and then fall back on hopes and dreams -you will do better!! I can well remember the chill of the orange liquid creeping into my veins and the warmth of the radiotherapy machine, but I stopped the morphine because it buzzed my brain! I was okay with losing my hair, as that meant every cancer cell would go too, I forget to take calcium supplements and I like wine…