Breast Cancer DIY
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My Gift from God by Marion
People think I'm crazy.....
To thank God for this gift....
They say I must be "brain dead"..
To even consider this...
But it has made me understand ......
Life ups, and yes it's downs.....
It has given me the ability...
To laugh through all the frowns....
My gift from God's a treasure...
I celebrate each day....
And live my life as best I can...
And help others, on my way.....
When God gives gifts, we do not want....
It is our challenge to..
Accept them in what form they take....
And live our lives anew...
For the time may come when I am gone...
But my friends won't need an answer....
To everyone who knew me well.....
I didn't die... but truly learned to LIVE with Cancer.
© All Rights Reserved 2008
Libby Whaley: Dear Ones...
To My Dear Ones
You know who you are.
You are the ones
who hold me close
in your hearts,
whose tender hugs
transcend my fears
into the loving light
that builds my strength.
You are the ones
who help me find peace
in my war against a disease
that hides sheepishly
in my bones.
You are the ones
with whom I dance
and share the music and laughter
that fills my soul with joy.
Your acts ! of love and kindness
lift my spirit to climb great heights,
mountains steep and fierce, yet tackled
with the unyielding support of camaraderie
infused with hope and passion.
When in the night I cannot sleep,
I invite you in.
Thoughts of you and memories I cherish
bring me comfort
and fill the darkest recesses
of my mind.
And as the mystery of this life unfolds
I journey forth with a lightness in my step,
and a smile upon my face,
as I am certain
I will never walk alone.
And so it is,
with gratitude and a humble heart
I say thank you,
my dear ones,
for being by my side.
Libby Whaley
Attitude...
A T T I T U D E
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror,
and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
'Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.'
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror
and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
'H-M-M,' she said, 'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.'
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror
and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.'
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror
and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
'YAY!' she exclaimed.
'I don't have to fix my hair today!'
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
---
Author Unknown
My Will...
“My will shall shape my future.
Whether I fail or succeed
shall be no man’s doing but my own.
I am the force;
I can clear any obstacle before me
or I can be lost in the maze.
My choice; my responsibility;
win or lose,
only I hold the key to my destiny.” 
...
Think Positive...
This is about living with metastatic breast cancer.
Think Positive
"Think Positive";
Easy for them to say,
they do not have to live
with this every day.
This beast inside me
can be kept at bay,
but will not entirely go away.
Another scan, another test;
possibilities of progression
turn my thoughts into a worry-fest.
At last, the results are in,
I breathe a sigh of relief;
and I begin my life again,
saying a prayer of thanks.
For a little while
I can forget my angst.
For now, maybe,
I can be so bold
as to entertain thoughts
of growing old.
I still have thoughts
on certain deep, dark nights,
that this beast will one day
will take my life,
but I will not go out
without a fight!
I have this thing
that helps me cope.
It's deep in my soul
and I call it Hope.
It is my lifeline,
it is my rope;
the thing that keeps
my heart afloat.
Life goes on,
and so do I.
I don't have time
to sit and cry.
I treasure the moments
when I can forget
that I have to live with "it".
For me, having an ordinary day
is a blessing to me,
I know then that I will be okay.
mom2acat/Michigan
A Friend Is Someone...
A friend is someone who knows
The song in your heart
And can sing it back to you
When You have forgotten the words
Anonymous
To My Dearest Friend I Never Met!
Bev Saarinen
5/8/1943 - 11/15/2008
by Marion Jonker
Could anyone have told us..
that across the world somewhere
Two friends were there awaiting
for a plane to make us care..
I was here in California
we were miles and miles apart.
My cockatoo from Australia had long ago
stolen my heart.
Our e-mails were our only link..
a phone call now and again....
But God knew what he was doing...
when he linked our souls and then...
God united these two "boob sisters"
who understood each others pain...
He knew we needed each other...
on each end of his vast domain.
Our love of dogs, and nature,
our never ending love....
Of those whose lives we made better
with God's guidance from above.
Now you have left me my sister....
The friendship that we have built....
resembles to a great extent....
the stitches on a quilt.
So go and select the fabric for your wings...
out of the best stuff they must be built....
and I'll meet you when I get there....
Just find a large enough place so we can quilt.
© All Rights Reserved 2008
Afraid To Try...
If you think you are beat
you are.
If you think you dare not
you don't.
If you'd like to win
but think you can't
It's almost a cinch that
you won't.
Author Unknown
Faith...
"When you get to the end of all the light you know,
and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown,
faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen:
either you will be given something solid to stand on,
or you will be taught how to fly."
--Edward Teller
Luke...
It was strange that day
In the desolate vastness of the empty house
On Sandersville Road
I could not discern why I cried so much
And questioned my newlywed status
As the hours passed and the light retreated
The still of darkness heavily descended
As much upon my heart as the drafty room
I waited for my new husband to return
And tried to suppress the swelling tides
Of resentment for the work that left me so alone
To calm the fears surging around me
I gathered my pencils, paper, to draw
I do not know where the time went, when the sun
Abandoned his post, when the moon arose and
The cup of pencil shavings grew full
I do not know when peace surrounded me,
Nor why I felt no surprise
At the plans for a nursery on my page
I knew not the lapse of logic that
Inspired lines so random, yet so confident
I knew only a purpose, for the first time,
That I did not comprehend, that I breathed
Without logic, so foreign to me
How I stayed so calm, to call your father
Request a test, how he did not question
And on confirmation, we both breathed purpose
And in that instant, the rings became real
The bond cemented, intertwined within
The days all fade now, except the one
The second doctor confirming the tumor
In your brain
Stopping in the parking lot of the Rite Aid
How we cried and I prayed
To a God that I had not spoken with in some time
To move that growth from your body to mine
I vowed allegiance, for now and always
Repentance, penance, and my soul
Grant this one wish and I will
Abandon rights to my own being
To ensure the existence of yours
At home, surreal, I lost track of time
For weeks for months until
They found the new tumor
In my right breast
The ultrasound, in black and white
They dropped the marker in, cold metal
And for the first time I knew
I feared not death if only you could be saved
Months rushed by in anxiety and
Dealing with the new weight and body
Until I showered and advised it’s time
Argued with the nurse and refused to leave
A blur of drugs and steel, and pain,
The plastic screen, then your eyes.
Your eyes so focused, right on mine
They rolled me aside and rushed
To scan your brain
I longed for you, alone again
But the surge returned with charts
And excitement
The scan of your brain, perfect
Unblighted, tumor gone
I know not what the future holds, my son
But I know one thing
There is no love stronger than mine
For you, that not even the thought
Of that miracle marked in me can take
The joy of knowing you will be strong
Faith restored I have completed my mission
And the future is bright whose
Length I no longer fear.
--by Jennifer Stagner
Links to Wonderful Poems...
Coping
by Juliette Jeddry
A poem by a handicapped breast cancer survivor.
Atlantic Breast Cancer Net
http://www.abcn.ca/artman2/publish/Poems_55/Coping.html
Fighting My Way Through Breast Cancer With Poetry
by Diana Ballinger
Find her book at Amazon.com
We sincerely hope you will submit your poetry,
so that we might include it on this page
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