Writing for therapeutic expression | Living Beyond Breast Cancer

My advocacy through writing – on lbbc.org my post on writing as therapy – you don’t have to share or publish but even 10 minutes of reflection a day or even a week can let you get what’s on your heart on the page and leave you feeling less weight. Going back to reflect on your journal can let you read your thoughts from a week, month or year ago and see how patterns may be holding you back, how you’ve progressed for the better, and even give you a sense of accomplishment just by seeing how well your writing can improve. You can use any form of expression – poetry, quotes that inspire you, acts of kindness you’ve witnessed, things that surprise you, art, collage, drawing, music. Writing helps heal our souls. It’s for you and you alone to decide how and what you want to do with it. Even a dream journal is a form of expression and therapy. Try it! I’m here to help you get started if you’re stuck -reach out any time. And if you’ve got breast cancer. Check out living beyond breast cancer -it’s for all ages and all stages.

Ilene Kaminsky was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer in March 2015. She turned to writing in her journal and eventually her blog, The Cancer Bus, to help cope with her diagnosis living with breast cancer. She shares how writing has helped her through the years and how you can start a writing practice.
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The True Story

His polished apple green eyes shone beneath his hat brim

The color of a clear blue sky.

A white shirt covered his chest up to his chin. Queued in line that day

And to tell you now the truth of what I found

While I stood impatient and late

In a restaurant now burned to the ground.

Instead of the usual hello or how you’s

I heard the voices of my ancestors all in harmony

In his message undisguised, I heeded the lifelong call.

From the back he He smiled at me and said, “you’re blessed.”

And then he turned around

Where he looked from the front back to me

And he said these words without speaking.

He looked at me and I thought I’ve seen him

Some familiar faces come calling

Some voices the echoes of all time

And I never saw him again in a crowd

Or alone in my dreams at night.

He stood ahead of me and whispered as

He smiled at me, “you’re blessed.”

“Keep talking and writing. Never come to an end. We are watching over you, we hear your every breath.”

“We know you and you’re blessed by god,”

And I said thank you after he said god blessed you to me

And I repeated his last few words.

“Next!” cried out the counter man

Startling my mind from a state

I felt neither here nor now

He ordered a sweet tea and paid

Then took number 81 and he moved left to wait to be called.

I nod to him he nodded as well, he’d already done his calling.

Ordering now paying for my number 82, racing to wash my hands and back

Yet no time had elapsed: when I returned he was gone.

The man behind the counter called out, “81!”

A family of five all hurried to take their grease stained brown bags.

And I looked for him

A sky blue man

But my memory’s all I own.

His skin was the color of every race

His face was ageless and clean

His clothing impeccable

No creases or wrinkles

In his body or his clothes

His hat sat atop his presence

Like a halo or something above his flawless essence.

He may as well have been carved into marble

By the hand that moves the stars

And he disappeared into the sunlight

Before I could ask what right I have

Why me and not someone else?

I felt undeserving of this day

The Beginning my lifelong gift

To lose every fear I’d known of

The pain of my terminal illness

But the ache in my heart vanished

Along with the smile I saw on his face

He brightly shone

Like the mid day sun

And no one heard his name.

When an angel speaks

A message

To you and you alone

Listen and let doubt melt from Your mind

If someone helps carry you home.

Don’t laugh in the face of the messenger

In a moment I understood

That life on multiple dimensions

Can be known but can’t be seen

And god steps with us in the path we take

Be kind and be loved and give what you know

To the world and receive every dream.

The day will come before we leave

The ones in our lives bereft.

No one is spared who’s born

Of pain or of illness or death

From the moment our minds open

Our eyes begin to close again.

Never waste a messengers gifts

Doubting only brings us to our knees

Not bent in prayer or meditation

But in the to the heartache of our own empty grave.

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