poetry ~ one in two canadians

I submitted this poem to CBC’s 2018 poetry competition, but it wasn’t selected.  Instead I’d like to share it here with you … one in two canadians my breast whispered i am one in eight i can’t do this i reply back to lay awake poking at the lump staring at my white popcorn ceiling…

Cancer Wars

Imagine the opening scene of a dramatic television show … the beige double doors to the hospital’s Chemotherapy Unit swing open … slo-mo filming crunches time to jarring seconds, allowing you to take in the chaotic landscape before you.  Row upon row of sick people sit in blue vinyl recliners while hooked up to IV…

Haves & Have Nots

     “I might have cancer.” It was nine months ago on March 6th when my GP called me to say I had an appointment with a surgeon ASAP.  They didn’t say the “C” word, but that was the huge thought bubble in everyone’s head.  I poked mine with a pen and burst it, putting off…

December 1st

I am determined to cherish each day of one of my favourite months … December.  While I don’t scrapbook much any longer, I want to use Ali Edward’s class to help me refocus on living each day as it comes. December Daily Last year at this time, I was frantically busy raising thousands and thousands…

Me VS Everything

If God wants to bring me to my knees, He knows what to do. A critically ill child. He can do anything to me.  Throw anything at me.  I keep getting knocked down.  I keep getting back up. But don’t touch my kid. I couldn’t handle that.  However, who am I to choose?  Those other…

Collateral Damage

I guess now is a good time to discuss the changes cancer has made to my skin. It’s been 55 days since my last chemo infusion. Some studies suggest that I have been kicked ahead in time 10-15 years at the molecular level.  These studies conclude that markers of ageing, such as decreased leukocyte telomere…

Chemo Brain

At first, I thought it was just the acute stress of my Triple Negative Breast Cancer diagnosis.  February 7th … I was on a train heading home, leaning my head against the freezing rain splattered window and crying.  My GP had called the day before and said they had an appointment for me to see…

Sticks & Stones

Do you remember that childhood chant? Sticks and stones May break my bones … But words will never hurt me. Even when I said it as a child, I didn’t believe it. Words hurt. They cut to the bone and lodge themselves deep within.  They do permanent and lasting damage. CANCER. Is a terrifying word….

Relaxed to Rad

Ahhhh.  Can you feel it?  The heat of summer has slipped away, only to return for a last hurrah.  The welcome warmth after a cold spell.  Sun.  Heat.  Humidity.  Solar radiation.  People smile and say “Summer is finally here!”  I nod and sniffle with my hayfever and scratch my wig covered head.  Humidity makes me uncomfortable…

Meet Jerri!

I totally forgot (#chemobrain) to introduce you to Jerri!  Jutta and Gerry came to Chemo #15 with me so I that is how I named this wig. Meet Jerri! Jerri tells fortunes! That’s when I got her way back in 2011 for $15. She has been through many belly-dancing events with me. Jerri bellydances. Jerri…

Ring the Bell

Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. There is a plot culminating into a climax … followed by an anti-climax to the end … and then the epilogue. Today – as I completed 16 chemo infusions in 5 months (23 weeks), interrupted by 5 trips to Emergency and 2 hospital stays totalling 10 days…

Go Red! Go Sasha!

So sorry I haven’t been writing.  I’ve been out dating!  Had lots of first dates, but have spent the last two weeks with one ruggedly handsome 6’2″ firefighter.  Date #1 was six hours of talking at Brock St. Brewery then Milestones … Date #2 was eight hours of hiking then more chatting and getting to…