A cancer diagnosis
Really takes the pip
The yep “you could die”
It’s a shock to say the least.
Now not all diagnoses
End a life
However when a Doc
Says those fateful words
“Your prognosis is…”
You suddenly and shockingly realise
That death could be quite near.
The world it stops. Time does too
As you vainly try to listen
But the words the doc says
Are miles away, dim and dark and fading echos.
I survived my cancer
As many of us do
But spare a thought for all those who don’t
They have had to learn what many of us won’t
For it is not a battle with cancer
The beast will often win
But it is a journey to major in
Living a life most valid
Of family, smiles, hugs and fears
Of joy and pleasures amongsts some tears
Of learning to enjoy yourself the best you can
Of the simple things that make life grand.
So wishing all you people
The very best of luck and love
May this journey be survival
For that outcome is the best.
But if you don’t get lucky
Then make this journey yours
Fill your days with all you wonder for
Long for and lust for
and want in spades more.
A little explanation: I was very lucky with my cancer that the location and characteristics had a very high chance of complete recovery. My heart truly does recognise that I was so incredibly lucky and others are not. Reguardless, the most shocked I have been in my life was when the doctor called me up and told me I had a potentially deadly form of cancer. Life was suddenly not some abstract concept that could go on for years. It could end.