Thursday, May 28, 2015

" Cancer Cannot..."

Bring You

Cancer is so limited...

It cannot cripple Love
It cannot shatter Hope
It cannot corrode Faith
It cannot kill Friendship
It cannot suppress Memories
It cannot silence Courage
It cannot invade the Soul
It cannot steal Eternal Life 
It cannot conquer the Spirit.

~"God has put His Angels in charge of you,
that they may guard you
in all ways." 

~Psalm 91:11 
20 August, 2012

Repost: 28 May, 2015  

~To my Sisters, Sharon and Karen, and all who suffer, or have suffered, with cancer.
Is Brea' Liom Tu'! ~Beannaichte'

~From my Front Porch:
~Today, I welcome all of those who care for, or have cared for, a loved one suffering from this disease. These are often the unsung Heroes, who travel the minutes, hours, days, and months, with their loved one. Perhaps, not always at their side, but always a thought or a prayer, away. I would be remiss if I did not  include the health-care and hospice workers, as well.  As with all chronic or terminal illness, everyone is affected. Everyone suffers. ~ I salute you, as You are Brave Soldiers, indeed. May you be blessed, as you make the Journey, with a "Guiding Hand", along the way. Mile Buiochas!  ~Beannaichte' 


  1. Hello Alicia,
    I like this piece, just thought you might like to read a poem I wrote last year about a close friend/neighbour of more than thirty years standing who succumbed to the Big C I have put it here. Do with it what you will. Take care, now and always. Dusti x

  2. The Big C.
    She turned fifty-nine
    In the mid-September.
    On the ninth of October,
    She was planning her life’s future
    With her three-week-old first grandson, Tyler.
    On the tenth of October
    She went to see a doctor, a locum.
    And the sky fell in.
    She already knew that it hurt,
    But what she wanted to know
    Was if it could be fixed.
    When they said no,
    It only served as a double blow
    And increased the pain even more.
    It's not three months till the tenth
    When that little bump heralded
    The beginnings of the end.
    First the pain in the groin,
    Followed by a larger lump
    Then another and another.
    The sickness worsened daily
    She found it difficult to swallow food
    Even harder to keep it down.
    In the end she didn't bother eating
    Which only served to make
    The weight loss even more pronounced
    It's the eighth of January,
    Her idol, and Elvis’s birthday.
    And her son is discussing
    Her death details,
    With the man in the mortuary.