I am not sure if this is the right way to do this but my friend encouraged me to send this poem.
I wrote it over a year. From the time I was diagnosed to the next November.
I hope it could help others relate and find comfort too.
I had a shitty tittie. It was found to be no good
It was way back in November when I was told it had to be removed.
Sitting beside my daughter hearing the dreaded news
'Janice you have cancer you are now one of the few ’
‘What?’ I heard my brain scream. ‘That cannot be right’
‘Why me?’ Was the next thing knowing I was about to fight…
A new journey I am going on, God it doesn’t seem true
I am so fit and healthy - what now? I have no clue.
‘Your lump is quite big and you are so very small’
‘What I recommend for you is for us to take it all’
‘No boob on my right side - what else can be done?’
‘Well, we can make you a new one from the fat from your tum.’
Fast forward 6 weeks later and I’m in my hospital bed
Looking all around, several thoughts are in my head.
‘Am I really lying here and had my surgery done’
Times like this I really wish I still had my mum.
Back home to recover with my friends and family
They all have been so great and I am sure they will agree.
They have kept my spirits high with laughter and some jokes
New names like Pricey and Tittsie, the fun that it envokes.
But where am I now on this new journey I have took.
I feel I am on chapter 9 of a novel book.
6 rounds of chemotherapy and already lost my hair
Rocking my new wig without a thought or a care.
The kilt walk is all done and dusted with my friends walking by my side
Walking each mile and taking it in our stride
Louise at the finishing line was a shock I can say
My blistered feet almost got in the way.
Pretty Muddy in June where we defo got black
Suzanne was by my side, she really had my back
Isobel at the end taking photos galore
She captured the moments - she knew the score.
Oncology advised of my 10 year plan
By the time I am finished I might be a gran!!
Tablets to be taken and injection city
Who could have thought it’s all because of my shitty tittie
But embrace it I will like the warrior I am
I honestly don’t know how I have kept so calm.
Holiday to Turkey -
Yes we are on
The consultant said its fine so Club Shark here we come
Once we are back the Radiotherapy is on
Won’t worry about that yet until I’m home.
Well the last three weeks have went so fast
Am shutting the third door of my journey at last
Stripping off and freezing in room one each day
But so glad it’s over, I am so happy.
The 9th of August I rang that bell
And then I did run like hell!
But now I am on the medication trail
And the monthly jabs that make me wail
The blood tests that ensure I am doing fine
Thank goodness I can have a rose wine.
My hair is growing back and jeez it is grey
But OMG it is so curly.
There will be a day I will look back in disbelief
As to why my boob gave me so much bloomin’ grief
I still have a long way to go before I am back to feeling me
All because of my right little shitty tittie!!
I hope some of you can relate to some of this and it helps you all too
thank you