Poetry thread anyone?

it would be fine

if the lump were benign

Farila is now

a good friend of mine.

(not to be trite, but poetically supportive)

Awww Thank you so much Nancy. I am not sure why I am getting so much of jitters this time. Not the first time I have felt some hardness in breast. I get my results Monday. I may come back home quite late because I need to travel more than hundred miles to the hospital. So will let you all know on Tuesday....

Love and hugs

Farila

And far away in India

the much loved Princess Farila

set out on her journey

her loving friends and neighbours from afar

throwing petals on her path

and singing the old songs of love and friendship

as the breeze rustled the leaves on the trees

and far away the sun slowly yawned and stretched awake

casting its first rays and warmth

upon Princess Farila's road

Thank you very much for the prayers.. I am safe for now according to the doctors. Will post details tomorrow... Too tired

yay

what a treasure you are farila.

you make me think of things sooooooo outside my day to day existence.

when i watch  children Farila, i think of the things you mention in this last poem... how it is so fun to put the quarter in the slot to obtain a shopping cart, how it is a novelty to open the car door with the remote key.... how stirring eggs is fun.. just imagine

oh great!!!!  i get to stir the eggs

oh great!!! - i get to shave my legs

now that i'm ten and haven't had the chore

of doing it again and again and again.

(little can the girlchild imagine what a blessing in disguise hair loss is.. i haven't shaved my legs for a year until just recently).

thoughts?

let's see - I'm happy happy happy to finally not be on chemo.. It's been such a long time.  Now, i can freely care for my aging mother and father in law.. worry about my handicapped brother.. (he's not that handicapped; he does have a real job, but he does need a guardian of sorts).  With my mother passing on we need to make plans.  I've always been his closest friend.

School is finally starting.  I really don't care for the summers.  The kids are so messy and so busy and needy of me ( I can drive a car).. I never get to practice or work on my projects and music.

Nancy - you've been in my thoughts and prayers.  There are so many women here who need intense prayers... like i have time to pray.  Well, I do in my routine tasks that don't take too much brain power.. the laundry, organizing and cleaning.

Be well - all.

The Chapter Closes...

It has been over a year since I received the call

You have breast cancer...I remember starting to bawl.

Surgery was needed, chemo and rads, too.

Don't forget the IV med, Herceptin, which is new!

My journey is written but I don't know the end....

But do any of us really, my friend??

I have written each chapter in my heart and my head,

From every tear to hope to all of the meds.

My surgery has temporarily changed me frm  C to an A

Thank goodness for pump ups in this modern day!

I made it thru surgery, waking up w/4 drains.

Taking my Vicodin to get thru the pains.

I heal and get stronger each and everyday

So, I finish that chapter w/success, I say!

A new chapter starts, the one we all dread...

Chemo begins and I know it will affect my head.

Soon, my brush was filled w/chunks of hair

I was sad, but I was prepared to look in the mirror.

Fun wigs..short wigs...sassy ones, too!

No one knew which one I would do!

Made it through chemo w/support of family and friends

Time to close that chapter, thought it would never end!

So, the new chapter begins of radiation for over 6 weeks

The burn and the pain would eventually peak

Again, I make it thru w/everyone's love and prayers.

Each day, I live in Faith and Hope, NOT fears.

I close the chapter of my new burnt skin.

Grateful my expanders did not give in!

I do my IV med, Herceptin, every 3 weeks for a year.

The Oncologists staff know you by name and truly care

The access was made easier by inserting a port

But it's been over a year, not very short!

So, when does this chapter get to close for me?

In 2 weeks, and my heart needed these words to be free

You won't hear this often, but it gets stuck in our mind.

We get fearful, as safety nets are removed one at a time.

This is where I learned to control what I think

Positive thoughts can turn a black world to pink!

I also have learned to not live in fear, but hope

It is love, faith and believing that helps us cope.

So, here I sit two weeks before my final surgery day

Looking forward to silicone, port out and an overnite stay

I felt the need to write down my words for others to hear.

Maybe you will read them and want to share

I am a fighter, a warrior at war.

I have my battle wounds to even the score

I wear my pink boxing gloves and continue to fight.

So, pray for all of us each day and each night!!

Update: I wrote this a few months ago...since then one of my implants failed and I am heading to New Orleans for a Stacked GAP/DIEP! I am excited and know everything happens for a reason...now I can educate other woman on the surgery!! xox

i enjoyed your poem Warrior

it's great!