Where am I?
Faced down,
It’s hot.
I’m parched.
Dusty ditch?
Roadside gutter?
Whose territory?
What war?
What uniform?
What happened?
Missile, land mine?
Shock
confusion
exhaustion
eyes closed
attached at wrist?
Gun?
Can’t feel my body
Voices nearing
don’t flinch
play dead.
English words
sigh with relief…
women hurry
to my aid
turn me over
place mask over mouth
I breath
They leave
I pass out
Waking later
gagging, coughing
alone
in hospital room
attached to breathing apparatus
hooked to a drip-stand
get up and fight
never give up
It’s a battle with Cancer
© Southampton Old Lady 2013
I often wondered why people referred to it as a “battle” with Cancer. It is very much fight or flee combat. While staying in hospital and undergoing chemotherapy for Hodgkins Lymphoma, I hallucinated that I was at war. Two nurses arrived and put a breathing apparatus on me while I was semi-conscious then left. I heard muffled instructions but awoke hours later with the mask still on.
As you realise, I survived and lived to tell this tale.
I admire your courage. Wonderfully written.
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Thank you
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So glad you survived but what a nightmare of an experience that must have been. I am sorry it happened to you. You’re a brave warrior and you came through the other side. Best wishes for your health.
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Thank you
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Wishing you all good health. Thank you for putting such powerful words to your dreadful experience, and for sharing.
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Thank you – I have the National Health Service to thank – they are amazing
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Reblogged this on Life is for Living and commented:
Fighting cancer. It’s like a battle. A very serious one. Sometimes we come out alive. Sometimes we die. Thankfully this author is a survivor – who also remembers and shares her battle. My mom didn’t make it and I miss her. A lot.
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So sorry about your dear Mother. It is not all down to how much we fight though. Some Cancers are better researched and have more likelihood of being cured over others. Very honoured that you have reblogged my poem.
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Thank you for sharing this intimate story.
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I did not expect that ending! You’ve done a marvelous job at recreating this terrible war you’re fighting, and the admiration I feel for you is heartfelt. ❤
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The admiration is mutual – thank you
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gosh… you are a brave soldier… 🙂
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Wonderfully evocative words. I’m glad you survived.
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Thank you
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A fight for survival is indeed a battle. So glad you lived to tell the tale, and more.
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This is excellent my friend I miss you and hope for you continued health♡
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Thank you Candice
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Love you my friend ♡
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Moronic me I had read but my sack of a brain lost the connect and yet I see I wrote how this was so powerful and how much now I hope you will consider writing more?
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You are a prolific poet – you are excused!
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Quality not quantity! 😉 a suggestion? Write more poetry please !!!!!
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If you say so…
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So that’s a yes? 😉
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I’m now having a battle getting people to believe I’ve survived the bone mets for so long. Last year a nurse (at my dance class) asked me if I had been given the correct diagnosis (that’s what prompted me to get my hospital notes from The Christie last year. Fortunately they had been kept on microfiche (not that I’m likely to forget the metastases fractured my pelvis and the treatment and recovery thereafter was indeed ‘a battle’). Thanks for this blog – it says it all – and you know where I’m coming from – and beautifully written.
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You’re a positive survivor Willo – well done – so glad you’re back again – Sol
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