My Sad Week and Report on The Global State of Affairs of #mBC #MetastaticBC


This is well worth your time to skim or even fully immerse yourself in, and I’d say is still relevant as far as attitudes and education go. Especially of advocacy.

I’m feeling sad this week as I should have been in Philadelphia with the Living Beyond Breast Cancer 2020 conference getting trained up and becoming one of the honored selectees to represent and act on behalf of the people who need it most – the patients. And become another voice to deliver the messages where they’re most needed. I’m really down because we couldn’t get a real story from our government to stave off a crisis. We were lied to. Cheated. Made vulnerable.

And I’ve not wanted to ever hear – don’t mention you’re terminal illness if you wind up in the hospital with the virus. You may not get a test or even a ventilator because you’re dying anyway. What if someone more valuable or worthy arrives?

Here’s a poem for you and my tears track around it like the little girl just learning that life means death. I hardly need to explain this to anyone reading. I love you all.


Sad, long shadow-colored faces stare out from my past,

As time sits in my lap like any child.

Her wheaten braids, long

Punctuated by red ribbon,

With hands worried raw

Her eyes like a glass doll’s,

Wise with false memory

From fables and lies.

Comforting her with

Neverlands and evermores

I name her Tomorrow —

Yesterday’s taken.

Somewhere a darkened classroom with every wall covered

In blackboards time waits for me.

Wispy white chalk ghosts pinned by a futile hand

Tonight’s erasers coughed up puffs of smoke

Clean them free of my numbers and your letters as

I add them together.

Can I call upon anyone to raise their hand

For the answer is sometimes so clear

But the corrections

The incorrections.

Out in the yard I saw the remaining clouds,

Silver shivering unlined,

Too light to stay and easily blown away

At once leaving only light

Filtered into my pin pupil eyes.

And I without warning and against advice –

I stare into the sun.

Overcome by warmth in my extremities

From over the hills a white flutter appears.

It’s not a bird, the cloudless sky does oblige

Without wind. What fell at my feet:

I lifted up a note to: me. Please return

To: Eternally. He asks for a promise:

Now, here, you and only you

May love capture, like a photograph only

Just enough for talking too much to laugh.

What’s eternity’s address

The letter remains in my pocket

And waits for me to join

The rest in time and peace of mind.

10 comments on “My Sad Week and Report on The Global State of Affairs of #mBC #MetastaticBC”

  1. Ilene,
    I always look forward to reading your writings. I hope your writings are published. You are often in my thoughts. Take care and be safe.

  2. My heart aches as tears begin to flow as I read this poem. You’ve stirred up deep emotion within my soul. That of course is what your writing is meant to do. You surly succeed with this my dear one.
    Love you 💕

    1. It flows sometimes and I start hearing it in my head and I run to write it down. Sometimes it’s sad and yet the words hold hope too. I think of you every day. I wish I could fly without a place to just come visit for a short time even. Thank you for sharing my words and I hope you see the good in here too. I love you dear sister. You’re the only one left. Steyer well, and remember not much has changed for us except we just can’t do what we want,

    1. Thank you so much, I hope to publish a few more this week I’ve had so much time to with on them…love to you.

  3. My beautiful soul sister.
    I am lying in the sun reading your post eyes wet with tears for everything this poem encapsulates.
    Know that I hear you a across the pond .
    Eventually one day I will wrap you in my arms but for now know I hold you in my heart .
    You are in my healing ritual daily .
    Stay safe stay strong.
    The world needs warriors just like you ❤️🌈

    1. Oh, the pond seems so vast right now but it’s only miles that separate us and nothing more. I’m glad you have sunny days and places to enjoy them. Today is one of those days when I am in pain – my feet decided to not cooperate and Craig’s decided to keep his schedule upside down. But nothing can stop art. No matter how bad things seem we can send messages to those we know will receive them. And will carry them for you to breathe the same breath it takes to say those words,

      I know we will meet one day, the image of showing up at your door and you knowing it will be me still sits in my mind as a great adventure to come, and it will. I just know it.

      With all my love,

      1. Is there anyone near to you who does reflexology. ?
        I shall add you to my healing circle with your permission.
        Sending you gentle love and positive thoughts .
        Much love joolz

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