I can only hope...Breast cancer last stage lump she diedI can only hope...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The news passed through my ears like whisper in the night.
I had barely heard it when my mother first told me. My brain had to process it.
My body continued to move, unloading the dishwasher as it was programmed to do.
But my ears were no longer listening to mum's words. My mind raced with questions.
I had no awareness of the world around me.
no No NO!
The news made it's way through my body, attacking against my defences.
Denial had overcome me. It froze my brain. It blocked my tears. It protected my heart.
It couldn't be true, it simply couldn't.
You didn't have cancer, you weren't in the last stage, you couldn't have died
The denial felt absolute, I didn't think it possible for it to shatter.
The news attacked relentlessly, however. It won it broke my denial.
I can still picture myself, every movement that I took to go upstairs.
As I looked into the mirror, s
What I Forgot To SayWhat I Forgot To SayWhat I Forgot To Say5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrote a letter to you today
About all the things I forgot to say
I forgot to say I love you
Even though I know you knew
I wanted to ask your opinion
Should I keep fighting, or give in
I feel so lost sometimes
You are always on my mind
I pick up the phone to make a call
And hang it back up on the wall
I sit down and have a good cry
And keep asking myself why
You had so much living left to do
That damn disease took it away from you
I know you weren't ready to go
We weren't ready either, you know
Tell God we are still angry with his plan
I guess we still don't understand
How someone's life can be "snuffed out"
When you're just finding what lifes about
I carry a lot of guilt with me
I wasn't the best child I could be
I should have spent more time with you
Instead of thinking I had better things to do
Mom, I love you forever and a day
I forgot to tell you before you went away.
Cancer - It con goo an' F Off I. Fight itCancer - It con goo an' F Off5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Callously indiscriminate it strikes regardless of where and to whom.
Age ,gender, creed, colour, sexuality or religion ,things like that - none of it matters.
Numbness ensues as the diagnosis is given, confusion and panic in one word.
Curable? Terminal? Terrifying disease. What now? and how to tell close friends and family?
Every second counts. Every moment once taken for granted now becoming so very precious.
Regardless of all else that happens, find strength and keep on fighting
II. it con goo an' F**k off!
I gotta goo to a meetin.
He said, I knew why but I didnt want to say much as I picked up another card and eyed bright orange hospital pyjamas - I dont think Id ever seen him in anything that bright before -I had been joking about the shade earlier. While we scoffed freshly made sausage rolls. Time spent together was not somethi
And the Angels Finally CameAislin padded past several hospital rooms, not sure where she was going but just walking. Anywhere but with Vixen. She was too ashamed, too scared, too upset, and she didn't want to bring that into the room. She headed towards a soda machine when suddenly she heard a voice. "Doggie?" She spun around, ears perked. A girl was sitting up in bed, with a mix of blonde and red hair that was falling out. She was thin and frail in her hospital gown but her eyes were sparkling. Aislin whined softly, seeing the cat in her room and laid her ears back. The girl slowly reached over the bed and patted the side of it. "Here doggie....come here." Aislin stepped forward slowly, going into the room. The cat hissed and darted out, but Aislin couldn't get over the haunting look in its eyes. Stork was right. She stepped in towards the girl, ears back and tail tucked. "It's alright....," the girl whispered, reaching her hand out. "I won't hurt you...." Aislin closed her eyes and took the remaining steps insAnd the Angels Finally Came7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rhythm of the dayWhen we were young we both loved to playRhythm of the day5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then you went away, I wished you could stay
Live day by day, and you know what they say
The only colour to explain life...is Gray
Goodbye Dear Mom,Goodbye5 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
I'm not a good son. I wanted to open with that because once the truth is stated, there's nothing left to hide. I'm not. It's alright, I know. I could have been spending more time with you, maybe just to talk or to listen. I didn't. I'm selfish. I've always been.
Some regrets we carry until the day we die. Some memories we cherish until that day as well. I remember Dad calling me on his cell. I had it because I was working for him. I was at the dump. I was emptying the flatbed of garbage with Robert. I remember the smell. It was stifling.
When Dad told me, I was numb. I was numb to the reality, numb to the stagnant air of refuse discarded by our society. I was numb to the nail that pierced the heel of my shoe and punctured my foot only moments after I learned. I remember the tetanus shot.
You have cancer. You have it your lung. A destructive cell that will spread through your system, attacking you. Killing you from th
Cancer OneI don't knowCancer One5 years ago in Other More Like This
what it is like
to have cancer
or go through
But I do know
this: I am the
person who has
to watch you fight
All the while
for not being
able to help you
or lessen the pain.
All I can
offer is my
love and I
hope that is
enough for you.
mother, now that you're gone.breathe.mother, now that you're gone.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
is it sunday or am i dreaming? it must be sunday, for i do not feel like waking up again. nevertheless i wake up and i get up. no. it's monday.
you know that feeling you get when you eat a piece of candy and the disappointment and longing for more when it's dissolved and gone?
can you feel it?
i'm always late to school nowadays. before there was my alarm clock and there was her. now i just have the plain piece of mechanism. the first week after i was late everyday but the thursday. thursday i didn't sleep at all. i even tried setting up my own obstacle course. i put my alarm clock on the far side of my bed so i couldn't reach it without walking to it. i fell asleep on the floor. next day i put it in a drawer, locked it and put the key on the bookcase. i slept with it ringing in my ear. i was that determined. next day i put it in the living room. i couldn't hear it then.
i always win over my alarm clock, the poor soul
but her voice always woke me up
i'm always forge