This poem was written by a client at our National Centre about her experience of being on one of our residential courses.
What heartache brings us to this haven?
Broken bodies and heads shaven.
What pain and torment brings us here?
Our living hell of tears and fear.
Our life journey is unique and tough
Demanding, stressful I’ve had enough
Of relationships, work, poor health and money,
Black humour makes the whole thing funny.
I’m happy where I am, this gift of cancer
Has given me perspective of different chances,
I’ve travelled the world 50 times over
But now entitled to a bus pass rover.
Because we all have our journeys to live,
But our happiness is measure on what we give.
I’ve not had cancer how would I know?
But living with it is a tough show.
The worry, the unknown, appointments and visits,
Uncertainty, crying demands of what is it?
Why me? What have I done to deserve this curse?
Why not you? There are others far worse…
In sharing your feelings and opening our hearts,
We grow closer and become a part
Of a united circle of understanding and love
Wrapped in blankets and kid glove.
Being here gives energy and time to refocus
On what’s important to our families and us,
We all have a gift of life to use
To nurture, nourish and not to abuse
Thank you PB for giving me the time
To get off the carousel and recall how to rhyme.
I know some do not have the same faith
But I’d like to ask for God’s blessing and grace,
Goes with you all from this day on
As we treasure our time at Penny Brohn
Karan – November 2017