I really like the metaphor of path rather than journey as a descriptive of how we move through our lives with stage IV breast cancer. I am borrowing “path” from Abigail Johnson, blogger and writer at nohalfmeasures.com, attorney, mom, wife. And my friend. We choose the people who walk beside us on the MBC path.
Tag: Cancer blog
Abandoned, along withWhat no longerFinds use, I fill my arkWhile the flood, angryAnd possessed,Picks up the dropped broomsAnd sweeps us all away.If I could take all my thingsI could fill up the seasWith picturesWith memories. These barrenThings cannot reproduce.They’re useless to you,So die with me.There’s another vesselMore expansive than mineOne stolen from the earthItself –
I must weed my garden, overcome and ambushed,Using rough, aching hands Pulling at sticky green tendrils Braided and rooted into red clay. Fingers grasp at my apron strings, Where they claw and hang, just as insecure children Who sob and heave, stutter with tears and beg to stay homeUnwilling to let go. Wearily I enter