I was flicking through my Breast Cancer quote book called A Pocketful Of Sequins yesterday when I saw this poem. I connected with it immediately
Written by Maria Leopoldo, 51, 2006
the doctor gave me the news,
there must be some mistake,
breast cancer? surely not me?
'hold on tight' you said,
'and we'll travel this path together'
you fed me chilled watermelon
piece by piece, morsel by morsel,
to cool my body from the chemo heat.
the medication made me fat,
I lost all my hair,
but you touched my face,
and told me I am the most
beautiful woman you've ever met.
You never really liked tattoos.
but the six dots on my chest
guide the radiation
that healed my body.
'wear them like medals' you said.
scarred forever, but not wounded.
we held on tight and travelled the path.
each day now we celebrate the life
of one more cancer survivor.
Oh these words hit me. They are
almost how and what I felt (J never fed me chilled watermelon. in fact he always had a meal to heat up on coming home from work due to my prior cooking/freezing frenzy before chemo. In fact no one actually looked after me during my chemo days. I laid on the couch or in bed and wished the hours away until I felt better). I even managed to take the kids to the bus stop most days (sometimes I wonder how i did it when I felt so sick). I feel so proud though that I got through it during the day on my own.
Tomorrow, Jason and I celebrate eleven years of marriage. I am planning on cooking up a storm as usual. Thinking a few Indian meals, Bombay Curry, Prawn Curry, Rice and not sure what else. A nice bottle of wine to go with it. Going to torture my guy by making him re watch our wedding video and look through our album. It's pretty much the only time of year we do it. Arrhh and he hates it lol