The very sad news of our friend Mary Smith’s passing.

The post that no one wanted to read.
27 Dec 2021 18 Comments
in loss, love, memories Tags: cancer, death, love, Mary Smith
The very sad news of our friend Mary Smith’s passing.
The post that no one wanted to read.
03 Dec 2021 58 Comments
in Doggy Tales, feeling unwell, inspiration, love, photos, Thank you Tags: cancer, Operation, recovery, Ruby
Home from Vetinary Hospital, after a traumatic month of shocks and operations. Fingers crossed cancer cut out, there is a lot of nursing to do but she deserves the best. There is some concern that the skin flap the Surgeons used to close the wound might necrotise but hubby and I will do our best to prevent this. Stitches out in 2/3 weeks.
Ruby says thank you everyone for sending her love and good wishes.💜💜💜
30 Nov 2021 62 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, feeling unwell, inspiration, loss, love, memories, photos Tags: cancer, Ruby, Tanka Prose
This week it’s time for the specific form, Colleen has asked us to try a Tanka Prose. I have tried and I have to say this is a very personal and painful one for me.
Evening Tide
So tired, she lies quiet, cosy and beconed. Yes old and wise as she is she will not leave those staples in. No more than she ever did the previous stitches. My best friend, my comforter your days are numbered, my heart is broken. The years you gave assisting can’t keep you safe.
it grows and festers.
the unkind killer within
respecting no life
I rail at you it’s not fair
no thought for service given.
22 Jan 2021 11 Comments
in Depression, rant Tags: anger, cancer, Fear, illness, sickness
It hit the ground and made straight for me.
The trail of maggots climbed my legs
They entered me and sucked the dregs.
They coloured my view, trapped inside my eyes
Whispering in my ears abhorrent lies that turned the tides
Of ills besetting me. They feasted on my brains
Their waste clogging up my arteries and veins.
Filling my womb and ovaries
Damning up my bladder, my waters burst uncontrollably.
They turned my milk, so what, I was now baron
They pushed out my hair Until I resembled carrion.
I beg them to set me free,they did not
I begged them for peace and for the pain to stop.
They did not listen nor did they care
They gave not a shit for how I’d fare.
No one listened no one cared. So long as it was not them
Who suffered. Their eyes avoid me again and again.
They pumped me full of chemicals, bags and lines and needles
It made me worse, I curse them to suffer me such evils.
They, though not the maggots, mopped my brow and soothed my pain
They begged me to fight and fight again.
I tried, I really did I fought, I screamed I cried.
At last, at last I watched them fly,
I kissed those maggots goodbye.
Find the cure don’t let the apple fall from the tree
Don’ t let those maggots free.
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
Another poem about illnesses and cancer from 2014.
20 Jan 2021 6 Comments
in Poems, sadness Tags: cancer, denial, disbelief, shock
Explosion Reaction
Explosion! what did he say.
No way, this is not right
He cannot say that today.
Close my eyes it’ll be all right.
Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.
Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
He’s spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.
Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Cancer it’s more than I can take.
19 Jan 2021 21 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, Poems, sadness Tags: cancer, Colleen Chesebro, pain, sadness
Hooray, Colleen and her Tuesday Tanka Challenge is back from her short break. Colleen has been on the move and I for one wish her every happiness in her new home. Colleen said “Since it’s the first poetry challenge of the new year, Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!”
I have chosen to write an Acrostic Poem on the theme of Cancer. A subject that is giving me grief at the moment. Please don’t worry, as far as I know, I DO NOT HAVE CANCER sadly I have friends that do.
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Cancer Acrostic
Cunning, creeping, conniving
Ailing , sickening no longer thriving
Nearing the end of your tether
Coping, worse and worse than ever
Eroding you slowly from the inside
Ruin it, kill it, crush it, poison it until it dies!
17 Jan 2021 13 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, sadness, Talking Straight Tags: cancer, fight, reality
Scream at the moon, appeal to the sun,
Beg for deliverance from this end to be undone.
Damn your luck, curse your fate
Demand a recount of the end date.
Clear these eyes, change the view.
Scrub away at this thing that is eating you.
Wash out that womb scour those ovaries
Rid this body of the death that might be.
Fight the enemy growing within
Breath deep in the MRI, it makes such a din.
Swallow the drugs a chemical mix
Throw up your pain a hug will not fix
Rant at the day and scream at the night
Don’t let Cancer win, no fight, fight, fight.
It’s a sneak a coward that hides
A sneak in the night that attacks from all sides.
28 Sep 2020 31 Comments
in feeling unwell, humour, Poems, Talking Straight Tags: cancer, Constipation, illness
Our friends Sue Vincent and Mary Smith are both fighting Cancer right now. Both have hit another capital C. I am not talking about chemo nasty as that is. No I am talking about Constipation! Well all I can say is I have been there and it is horrendous! It may not seem like a big health issue but believe me it is. It certainly is not glamorous. So I am hoping to bring a smile to their faces and anyone else in the same or similar position. They have both discussed constapation in the comments on Mary’s blog and Mary has written about it at length, so I am betraying no secrets.
So to any of you who don’t do bodily functions or honesty perhaps this is not a poem for you .
Ruddy Constipation
Oh! This bloody constipation
It is causing me such consternation
I try my best eating veg and fruit
But do I shift it, no, I just toot.
Oh! The pain is so extreme
I push and push, grimace and scream.
Just to pass a motion now seems like a dream
The truth is more a nightmare
This dam shit is set on staying there.
I stand, I sit, I squat but the body is not playing
That,the laxative will work soon! I am truly praying!
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So I am sending this out to everyone suffering with cancer or any illness or disability. Keep fighting and keep taking the laxative!
Mary and Sue keep fighting!
You can visit Sue and Mary’s blogs using the Links at the beginning of this post.
24 Sep 2020 22 Comments
in feeling unwell, inspiration, Poems, rant, Talking Straight Tags: cancer, illness, Killer shoes, red
I know I put this out last week but it needs to be said again . Come on Red Shoes get kicking !
These are my, can do shoes! My not going to listen to you shoes!
My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!
My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.
My walking the righteous path shoes! my who am I kidding shoes?
My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!
My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!
My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!
My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,
My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!
My need a thrill shoes, my ones and twos shoes!
My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!
My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!
My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!
My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!
My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!
My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!
My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!
My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!
These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.
My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,
My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!
My Cancer we will wipe you out shoes, My, we will without a doubt shoes!
MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!
my red shoes.
To my friends 💜💜💜💜💜
17 Nov 2019 70 Comments
in Music, Poems, song challenges, Song Lyric Sunday, songs Tags: cancer, death, friends, Jim Adams, loss
This week Jim Adams our talented host for Song Lyric Sunday has said that this week’s prompt is : November 17, 2019 – Did/Didn’t/Do/Don’t/Does/Doesn’t.
This week Jim’s prompt for us set me in mind of my dear friend Karen who died of cancer of the osphagus. We were close friends, I was not long out if hospital having broken my back badly , for the second time, when I got the news from Karen that she was ill.
The reason I have chosen Don’t stop me now by Queen will become apparent at the end of this post.
Don’t Stop Me Now” is a song by the British rock band Queen from their 1978 album Jazz and released as a single in 1979. Written by lead singer Freddie Mercury, it was recorded in August 1978 at Super Bear Studios in Berre-les-Alpes (Alpes-Maritimes), France, and is the twelfth track on the album. More information here.
I hope no one minds me making this so personal but this is Karen’s song.
To Karen
Karen
I rang her every day for over a year,
I begged to come see her but she would not let me near.
We laughed with each other but more often we cried.
I wanted to be with with her but her fears, this to me denied.
I begged her to fight it she told me she was tired
I nagged and bullied she said I was fired!
Things never got better she slipped from my grasp
I tried hard to see her but she still refused, so I did as she asked.
Then finally the day came and I got the call
At last I got to visit , not that she knew at all.
I talked of blue skies and beaches and clouds
I did not whisper I told her out loud.
She was struggling for breath then I caught her eye in a moment of clarity
I told her I loved her she flashed at me “no pity!”
Her hands were dirty her nails were lined black
Her pain and the squalor are the memories that keep coming back.
I spent four days in her company
I could not believe what I had to see.
I hated her suffering as she breathed her last,
Sadly these horrid memories stuck in my mind, the ones which I cannot get past.
It was a foggy freezing December day
When we all met at the Crematorium our goodbyes to say.
To a larger than life, loud colourful girl
Who with a flash of her eyes could set our working day in a whirl.
I sat there sobbing but she had to have the last word
“Get a grip you silly cow” were the words that I heard.
Then as her coffin disappeared for her final bow
She went out with a flourish to Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’.
Karen 1958 – 2010
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