Ripples on the Pool
Unseen and out of nowhere
The long sharp stone
Hurtled purposefully down
To the calm untroubled pool
Sharply it pierced the surface
As an arrow from the shaft……..
This poem recalls the pain of the operation, but only through this pain was I able to regain my calmness and use my new found emotional strength to listen to others and, hopefully, to be able to offer them some reassurance.
The Door
In “The Door”, I wrote about my life as it is now, firmly rooted back in everyday things, family, work and routines, but still with access through the doorway into the world of cancer. I still need to revisit this world sometimes for myself, but very often, accompanying someone else.
"It stands today
Neither open nor shut
But gently inviting,
Making easy the transition
From one world to another
I can pass safely in our out
Alone or with another…
It seems staggering that one in three people will hear those three short words in their life: “You have cancer”. I have been amazed at how many forms this illness can take, and even with the same diagnosis, no two people seem to have exactly the same treatment. During my illness I gained strength through reading the words of others who had gone through a cancer experience and it was helpful to know I was not alone. I hope my words will help you to identify with the fears, difficulties and joys of living with cancer and how it really feels.