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• tropic
  by Lys •

  forever is just the right amount

  cancer & capricorn / / :)

• You
  by LittleHelen

  Who are you?

• When I Found Out My Father Was Mortal
  by frogster

  how lucky we were to have known him and that morning a mortal man again became immortal, in my heart

  Yes Im an old man and Im retired but for the past three years I have been going to college studing Computer Graphics. I wrote this story for an English class I was in about my father who passed away by losing his fight with cancer. This story was written from the heart. Image copyright © 2007, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this work without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.

• Jane's Song
  by Holly Ringland

  Under stars of flint and milk, she made up stories of boys who stole oceans to colour their eyes and girls who used gardenia petals to pa…

  The thing is, cliches are cliches, because they’re usually true. You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. / Make every day count. October is breast cancer awareness month. Whatever you can do, afford or offer, please give: / National Breast Cancer Foundation / Pink Ribbon / McGrath Foundation

• Cancer...
  by Sheila Pasket

  CANCER Crushed… / Torn…. / Wanting more. Caner… / Holding on come hell or high water… / A mom loosing her first b…

  I haven’t shared this with many of you, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. My Aunt, JoAnn Aikman, my mom’s oldest sister….has been battling cancer now for many years. I’m not sure if it’s been 4 or 5 yrs now as we’ve lost count with all the battles from being cancer free, to getting it again, the hospital stays, the many tests, to the chemo…and now to Hospice. She’s been in the hospital now since Thursday, Oct 16, 2008. She’s just going on the down hill journey now. There is no more they can do, and has been this way for about a month now, but now it’s just getting through those last days. Her doctor has talked her into going on Hospice Care so they can keep her comfortable at home. Her cancer started out in her lungs, and she’s never smoked a day in her life! After about the 3rd battle with it coming back, it decided to come back with a vengence and spread to her liver. They thought they could stop it with chemo, but to no avail it kept on spreading. I wrote this at 1am this morning because my heart was just burdened for her pain & suffering, and I just kept praying for GOD to stop the battle. She’s tired, and ready to go HOME…HEAVEN. We had a great visit with her on Thursday, and she laughed ‘til she actually had a few tears fall. I captured the best moment I could ask for of her & my mom just laughing their hearts out….so much so that they spilled her tea. LOL :o) I will upload that photo later. Please keep her in your prayers, as well as her husband, 4 children 12 grandchildren (I believe is the right number….some do not live in Tx..so it’s hard to keep up), and the rest of our family. We all need GOD’s strength to let go, and allow her to go HOME….HEAVEN.

• What Is Love
  by DudeRun

  When people ask what it feels like to be in love, it’s always hard to put it into words. You can say that your stomach feels like there a…

  Love so deep not even death can tear them apart

• Narrative LillyOncology on Canvas:Expressions of a Woman's Cancer Journey 2007
  by KazM

  Breast cancer as a reason to be arty.

  Part of the reason I am a bubbler.

• Taken from my book...
  by Beth Lambert

  It’s not about me. It’s about life. Living. Loving. Being.

  These are excerpts from my book “Dead Day” / It follows the internal journey of discovering a way out of abuse, anger, frustration, and mostly “death”. / So often, we waste away what we could have by staying where we should not, out of fear for not finding anything better. / I am living proof that there is life after abuse. / There is life after cancer. / There is life after rape. / You can do it, / And if you already have…take time to pat yourself on the back. / It’s better on the other side!

• Do You Realise... (1)
  by Melissa Vowell

  Nothing is where it should be and the world aches for you, my sweet. Silently you cry without so much as a tear. The hunger and the r…

• A Word!
  by dairygirl08

  There is a word in life / people dere not metion / the is a word in life people are fearful off There is a word / A word starts with C a…

  This is just something I wrote about well as you can read Cancer, / I write it from the heart, / from Experiance / from learning and hearing others experiances with it It may not make a lot of sence when you read it but I think / You and hope you understand where I was going with it and what I was trying to say about Life.

• The princess and the pea that wasn't a pea
  by PJ Ryan

  The princess couldn’t feel a pea under her mattress but I could feel one under my armpit.

  written for LittleHelens Pink Ribbon / tribute

• Teapots and Treasures
  by Amanda McLennan

  I felt that saying a deathbed “I love you” would be like giving up, and that she would have known. I told her instead that I had kept th…

  The story of my Grans teapot, of life, death and remembering those we love.

• DEAR GOD
  by lareejc

  Why, dear God, does it hurt so much / to say good-bye to a loved one? / And why, dear God is it even more / painful after they’re gone? / Wh…

  I was in tears one night because an uncle was dying from cancer. I couldn’t sleep and these words just wouldn’t leave me alone! I had to keep turning my light on and writing words down – until finally I was able to sleep. In the morning when I read the mess of words I’d written, I realized I’d basically written this poem! Uncle died 2 weeks later..

• Extract from my mothers journal....
  by jaycee

  Strangely enough cancer is the least threatening of these. Having a rich and alive spiritual life once had me certain of what happens aft…

  Sadly reading this, my mother actually did pass away from cancer, yet this was not written when she knew of her illness. My mother wrote a lot… I will hopefully put some of her work into a book someday, that was her dream, I would like to make it happen for her even though she is not with us anymore. She had a gift, she had a gift in reaching people with her presence, with her way of speaking and in her writing. I truly believe, no matter what your belief systems are, my mother was truly a gift from God. I know that she has helped so many, even if they turned their backs on her in her final days, whether to avoid the pain of such a loss or what, she will be remembered. One day I hope her book will help someone else and keep the legacy going.

• Fatherling
  by AffectMachine

  I am a sudden fatherling and rehearse again the vulnerability of love . . . feeling my son’s fear. . . I know he has become an acquainta…

• Hiding the alien (a 10 minute read)
  by Christopher Birtwistle-Smith

  I felt like an alien and I looked it. People stare too, because aliens are strange creatures from other planets.

  There is no doubt about it, Cancer is a bitch! I hope you can spare the 10 minutes it takes to read this if you have ever felt alone with cancer or known someone with cancer but not understood how to react to them. Regardless of your sexuality or belief system I think there are some fundamentals about the experience. We are all human and we can all hurt. This piece was written at the end of 2006. I wanted to post it to give other people who may go through a similar situation some hope. I must say I probably should write a postscript as I have well and truly moved on from this point, but I didnt want to wait as I needed to settle this score now.

• l wish with all my heart l didn't have to tell you
  by flipteez

  Yesterday was exactly 1 month since my mum’s funeral & I have had much to deal with since coming home from Brisbane. For those who don’t …

• Earthly Cycles
  by tkrosevear

  Excerpt from Chapter One/Earthly Cycles – Sailing through the 7C’s

  This information will also be included individually in descriptions to each House card and may accompany the upcoming calendar (available for customization). The 12 Houses in a chart tell us which area of life will be the “stage” where our planets come to life. Each House/Doorway represents different life concerns – values, communication, creativity, and so on – that we must step through as life and time progresses. These explanations are simple and not personalized to your own “Natal Chart”, but are a guideline to the regular cycles we each experience, each and every year, and are accurate cyclic barometers. With personalization, you would identify the additional influences that would rule the above information. / “Earthly Cycles” Personalized House Calendars and Monthly Cards available

• The Lump
  by Anni Morris

  Only this morning she had been carefree and awoke to a pale blue icicle of light between her curtains, which promised a fine day ahead. T…

  If anyone reading this suspects they have a lump, however small, go get it checked out straight away, don’t delay. The chances are its benign.

• A Man With No Regrets
  by Sally Omar

  He was A Man With No Regrets / Holding close his cigarettes / He made a promise..he swore / That he would smoke no more / The addiction to…

• Walking with Sister Cancer
  by Patrick Ronan

  There is silence in the noisy corridor / It resides among us all / We have all met sister cancer / And now we meet the big machine Ther…

• Sue's Story
  by sher

  “Why does something that’s supposed to make Mommy better, make her so sick?” What do you say to that? How do you explain it to a 6 year…

  The more I learn, the more I realize what’s really important in life – good health, good thoughts and good friends. Friendships don’t just happen, but the best ones seem to fall into place right from the start, naturally and easily, as if they were always meant to be. Sue brought a certain sparkle to every day and situation, always looking at things with an enthusiasm that was truly refreshing. Knowing someone like her, who looked at life with anticipation, who saw the possibilites for happiness in everything, who had a smile and warm word for others, gave me new energy and enthusiasm for my own life. We never felt we had to impress each other; we were comfortable knowing that we possessed strengths and talents as individual and unique as we were. We relied upon each other to inspire and encourage, to support each other in following our dreams as far as they could take us. We were so “in tune” with each other; I’d often call her just when she was thinking of me, or I’d hear from her just when I had something important to tell her. I’m so glad I shared that special closeness with her, for it made my life richer and fuller. I still miss her every day. This, Sue, is for you…..............

• SNOWFLAKE ANGEL
  by lareejc

  I lost 2 uncles to cancer in 2002. I wrote ‘DEAR GOD” for Uncle Harold. I wrote “SNOWFLAKE ANGEL” for Uncle Paul who lived in Nebraska.

  I would go visit my Uncle Paul while he was ill. And I would always be looking outside hoping it was snowing. I was born and raised in Wyoming and loved the snow; I miss the snow here in Oregon. On the morning Uncle Paul passed on – I looked out the window for peace and was pleasantly surprised to see that it had snowed! I couldn’t sleep till I wrote down a lot of the words to this poem that night.

• Black Death
  by angelfyre

  Black death, / You hide inside me. / Turning my insides, / until they are decayed, / dying like you. / This populating parasite, / that feeds o…

  Yeah the oh so torturous life of an artist.