I have to start a blog it seems but don’t know what to write,
My biggest fear is what I put reads like a pile of shite!
Still, this is it, it’s just the things that pop into my head,
You’ll recognise the format if my book’s something you’ve read.
So let me bring you up to date with where I am right now’
The first thing is I’m still alive, though not sure exactly how!
The cancer seems to be on hold, perhaps it’s too, locked down,
Or maybe it’s on holiday and hopefully will drown.
I know that’s not the case of course, as I’ve spelt out before,
Once you getting the effing C you focus on it more.
It grabs your thoughts and feelings like some evil bloody hook,
I won’t go through all that again, it’s covered in the book.
Suffice to say I’m still aboard that roller-coaster ride,
That’s been my experience of having cancer by my side.
A constant bad companion that’s with me through and through,
The type you just can’t shake off no matter what you do.
If I’m honest I was weak when the cancer came along,
The feeling that my life is changed, that everything’s gone wrong.
Not just me but those I love have felt its evil curse,
The fear of what was coming, that I’d end up in a hearse.
But others are much stronger and take things in their stride,
Able to keep positive no matter what goes on inside.
I do remain in awe of them and wish I could be so,
And not have felt so utter shit when dealt the cancer blow.
On the plus side I was older when dealt the cancer hand,
So you could argue I’ve had some life, a view I understand.
But I don’t want to give up yet, I have my father-role,
I love my kids so very much, they’re engraved upon my soul.
I am also very lucky as I’m still here in the fight,
Others are less fortunate, the C extinguishing their light.
Cancer takes them young and old, it doesn’t give a toss,
For loved ones who get left behind I’m sorry for your loss.
As you can see from what I write and what you’ve kindly read,
There is some pretty weird shit floating round inside my head!
So thanks again for reading this, for giving up your time,
So that is that, another thought-dump written in bad rhyme.
I shall return with further rubbish to get out of my mind,
I’ve no idea what that’ll be but something of this kind.
Rational and logical thoughts are things I clearly lack,
But just like the threat that Arnie made; I too will be back!
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