The dawning of a brand new day as out of bed I climb.
I’ve found since I got breast cancer, I’m pretty short of time.I’d love to accept invites, but my friends don’t have a clue
I’m just so bloody busy with the things I have to do.
First task I’m in the kitchen with my “new best friend” the juicer
I can feel myself get better (I can feel my bowels get looser)
All organic beets and oranges, five kilograms a day
Without a frown I slurp it down and then I’m on my way
Monday is lymphatic drainage, with a deep massage to follow
Then I touch base with my naturopath for hints on what to swallow
On Tuesdays I have counselling then full 3 hours of reiki
A phone in with some ladies leaves my schedule somewhat shaky
I don’t eat chook or dairy, anything that had a “Mum”
But once a week a man comes round, sticks hoses up my bum.
I meditate 3 hours a day in candle lit seclusion
It’s not so hard to find the time, that’s just a false elusion.
Twice monthly I’m rebirthing, the feeling’s so unreal.
My Mum (who doesn’t understand) says her stitches never heal.
You’ll find me on a Friday with a group so dear and kind
And we tweeze out old forgotten hurts round campfires in our mind.
I don’t drink tea or coffee, alcohol never a drop.
I’ll list the things I eat and drink. Fruit, vegetables full stop.
It’s a very hectic schedule and for wellness that’s the fee.
But if you smell burning martyr, well OK, I guess it’s me.
Deep in my dreams I lunch with friends and time does not construe.
I order steak and chips and gin and 20 Winfield blue.
Lyn
Managing Paperwork
Keep a history of your illness. Include dates of scans and results, as you will be asked these dates often. Ask your oncologist to explain what the results of investigations and tests mean.
