I watched a new documentary called Unrest. It really brings to light how incredibly obtuse the medical community can be. Ignoring women’s complaints and/or treating them like hypochondriacs is a worldwide practice. After watching the film, I was inspired to write. If anyone is interested, you can find it at www.albertakat.ca
it was cathartic, and has provided an outlet for my frustration with what feels like medical ineptitude.
I started a blog on the topic of ovarian cancer almost five years ago. This was just after my treatments were finished and I had achieved remission. It’s definitely therapeutic to tell my story, I also acquire a sense of purpose when I think that a woman could be reading what I've written and that my experiences might somehow be helpful or encouraging to her. I call my blog The Teal Diaries and you can visit my site at www.thetealdiaries.com
Living with cancer
I looked for you -
I felt you there, deep down in the depths of my being
like a sullen malevolent toad,
eating me alive from the inside out -
whose tentacles dug further within
to rob my
breath from me
even after a long surgery
I imagined you
and I was ready to return
hatred for hatred
vileness for vileness
I discovered the clear empty space
like a window to eternity
that inhabits the hollowness
and I knew then
that you and I are the same
and there is nothing but light
that blocks my view.
What a lovely poem by @tigerlily about her cancer journey. Although I generally tend toward prose, I’ve written a small amount of poetry since my diagnosis. I’ve chosen to post some of my poetic work on my blog. One entry is called Unit 42 Haiku and can be found at the following link.
And here is a more recent poetic experiment of mine.
I love your painting @Claudia - I had the vertical incision too, and I identified to it right away. I read your Unit 42 Haiku, @Jackie, that's quite an impressive blog you have there. And your verses really caught the experience.
@CanaryBird, this is for you.
The strong caress of the icy wind on my cheek
the Christmas lights on the house up the hill
the timid stars of a waxing moon
these small things so great I am dazzled
at finding the place in my consciousness
to perceive them
and I melt with love for
the presence of death
that has slowed me down
so that I notice
a minute sliver
of the wonder of the universe
I have just found your post of the picture and I must say I stared at it for several moments, thinking how true it is.
Thank You for Sharing. I hope to see some more.