I am reminded this week that I have lived for thirteen years following a diagnosis of cancer in 2006. That is due to medical science and the fact that my sister Helen donated stem cells, which were used for the transplant
that saved my life. So my gratitude and appreciation know no bounds. It has enabled me to see my grandchildren arrive and be a source of sheer bliss and delight and to be living in a soon to be more crowded multigenerational household. It has also got me to
the point of a Masters in Creative Writing at Manchester Metropolitan University. This is the icing on the cake.
Over the years, I have been aware of those around me who got cancer diagnoses. On my latest count, thirty-five people that I know have had
a diagnosis and six have died. So my gang is running at an 83% survival rate, including me. That’s pretty good going, I think. It prompted the following, so read, enjoy, pass on and let me know what you think:
DM had a malignant tumour
removed from her bile duct
starting chemo in March
The list of friends who join me
gets longer and fuller,
too many drop off,
surviving is more the norm.
It does mean that we all have new
work to do – manage the damn thing –
support others who are, or are not,
– campaign for care, because
the system is beyond bursting.
Twelve years on this road, we
stand, sit or crawl at 83 per cent
still standing but mangled.
triona Mc morrow
Great poem, full of energy and positivity. Well done Peter
As a fellow survivor.... Good words. Love you. XX
Thanks Peter. Really like it. I find it to be hopeful and uplifting.
Well done, the poem is also well done! I like "surviving" last line 2nd verse, active as against "survival". Go Maire tu an chead.
Great blog and poem Peter. Your a hero your sister too. Good to see your survival stats. Anna and a family close friend and her daughter are swimming 4 kilometers each for cancer swimathon this month.
I echo Pearl - very glad you are still around! xxxx
Well done I still remember the curly hair. 10 years now for me xxxx
I share the experience, and the sentiments. Ultreia, my friend.
So glad you are still around
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.