celebrating and creating our own LGBTQI+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

Day twenty one

Found.

The day I found you
the small c
You just appeared
and caused misery.

More tests and scans
prods and pangs
Still at work
The boss is a jerk.

Why do they compare
tumours to fruit?
Oranges, Satsumas
even Cantaloupe!

Well hello The Big C
Are you the end of me?
“Just go for a CT
then we can see”
“Is that a PE?”
Jab your tummy
Daily.

Lost.

Boobs to Pubes
That’s a long way
74 staples
Tidy array.

Gone is your Womb
and all that’s attached
Unexpected wound –
“We’re sorry for that”

That’s a Stoma
we’re sorry to say
Cancer on bowel
We took it away.

Next step chemo
to mop up the rest.
Work sends memo
What a fucking request!

Goodbye hair
We had such fun!
Out with the clippers
“You look like my son!”

Five Years
What a surprise
Five years
No tears in my eyes
Five years
My back hurts a lot
Five years
My teeth gone to pot
Five years
Here’s to the next
Five years
That’s NOT all I’ve got.

Fuck You Cancer.

Jacqui Soo,
63
Ovarian Cancer Warrior.

Comments on: "Day twenty one" (1)

  1. jonesyj08's avatar

    Incredible the strength of you..yep warrior indeed💪

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