My Wonky Breast
It’s quite nice my breast,
it’s still very nice in fact
Just a bit of weirdiness but it’s much better than being ill.
The Operating Assistant was lovely
We chatted about cats before going in to the small theatre
Where the view from the 8th floor was good.
Waited months and months for my op, Now I only have more ordinary things to worry about.
I haven’t written a poem about my breast cancer but sometimes have about other things - it’s very helpful to put it into a form that sort of encapsulates things for you. I remember a lovely assistant who came to get me but couldn’t take me to Theatre as I hadn’t yet been to Nuclear Medicine and had the radioactive stuff injected and we talked quite a lot as she walked me there and then afterwards to the Theatre . Thanks for sharing 
and yes it’s good to only have ordinary things to worry about again isn’t it ? Xx
I love the last line of this. x
Thank you 
Sorry, it’s taken me a while to reply, but thank u for this. I haven’t really written a poem since my awful ones in school, but I feel it’s a positive to come out of all this. A way of expressing myself, I’d like to write more, although maybe about other things! X