In Limbo

Dancing towards me
He cuts in and I’m removed like a tumor
With his sharpened scalpel
Dripping with the blood of anger.
I do a lonely limbo for him
Bent under my fears and sharp pain
My back broken from comparisons
To exotic island breasts
Atop trained heel high legs.
Sinking into the dance floor
Until my excuses contradict
A low ceiling of clouds
Storming with incurable
Gusts of tropical disease.
My years carried off in
Leeward winds whipping
With purple gusts sounding
The melody of illness. I cast
Anchor over my bough
In the port of safe harbor
Where stillness and calm
Become a starry sky of remission.

Ilene

Female. East coast transplant living in the Bay Area of California. Living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from serious depression. Love my stepsons, although I never thought I'd have that thankless job - ever! And my best friend Simon is also my cat. How I have survived with stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss the old me who led a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. So much for that. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind or with their care givers and those who love them. If one person at the very least finds a little commonality or a friend out in the ether tor a smile, a common nod about this experience, or even a link to assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Go team.

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