Hi. I’m due to have my last FEC in a couple of weeks, following 2 lumpectomies which failed to produce clear margins and a mastectomy (thankfully clear). I hit rock bottom, especially when I got the results of my 2nd lumpectomy but have since picked myself up and am now looking forward to my ‘new’ normal life, God willing. During the last few weeks I’ve written a poem to describe my journey and thought I’d share it with you. Not sure it’s very good, but it is written from the heart.
Is this me?
I look into the mirror and the woman that I see
Is a sad and lonely person, so surely that’s not me?
I look again and see the eyes so drawn and tired and grey
Within, a look of fear and pain, and a girl who’s lost her way
Her hair is gone, her lips are cracked, her skin is dry and pale
She looks at me with tear stained cheeks, her mouth lets out a wail
I look into the mirror and the woman that I see
Is a sad and lonely person, but I’m not letting her be me
In months to come I’ll look again and see a different hue
No pain, no tears, no grey tired eyes, no more, because they’re blue
Her hair is grown, her lips are full, her skin is smooth and clear
And most of all, at last thank God she’s lost that look of fear
I look again and see the scar where once her breast had been
Still livid in it’s colour, with a hard and shiny sheen
She looks at me defiantly with a look that seems to say
Yes, I may have lost my breast but I am here to stay
I look into the mirror and the woman that I see
Is a well and healthy person and that person will be me