Tag Archive | cancer

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

50. I ask you

You know, I was born with all the female parts.
Does that make me a real woman?

I survived an abusive relationship.
Does that make me a courageous woman?

I survived cancer.
Does that make me courageous?

I don’t have my ovaries, Fallopian tubes, uterus and cervix anymore.
Does that make me less of a woman?

I lost my hair to chemo and now that I have hair again, I spend time styling my hair every day.
Does that make me less courageous?

I strive to be authentic daily, and in ways you might not understand.
Does that make my journey any less authentic?

©Brindology 2015

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14. Discrimination

Cancer does not discriminate.
It does not care about your bank balance or the car you drive.
It doesn’t care what kind of house you live in.
It doesn’t care
if you’re rich,
poor,
educated,
uneducated,
single,
married,
divorced,
gay,
straight,
bisexual,
transsexual,
a parent,
an aunt,
an uncle,
a grandparent,
a child,
an adult,
a brother,
a sister,
deaf,
blind,
mute,
disabled,
special,
talented,
gifted,
silly,
an absolute goofball,
voluptuous,
a size 0,
skinny,
a size 20,
muscular,
healthy,
a slob,
downright mean,
courteous,
kind,
generous,
nasty,
bitchy,
lazy,
hardworking,
insular,
religious,
agnostic,
atheist,
open-minded,
an only child,
a twin,
a triplet,
the youngest child,
the eldest child,
an in-between child,
an infant,
the star in your parent’s world,
the light in your significant other’s life,
a musician,
an athlete,
a writer,
a teacher,
a politician,
a humble soul,
a terror in the lives of others,
despised by all,
loved by everyone,
idolized,
trivialized,
gentle,
a pervert,
a snob,
a poet,
a tortured soul,
boisterous,
quiet,
a reader,
a soap opera lover,
a bigamist,
a misogynist,
a freeloader,
a dreamer,
an optimist,
a pessimist,
a person who throws up easily on flights… it really doesn’t care.

So, what do you do?
Worry? Pray? Live dangerously?
It’s really up to you.
You do have that choice.
All I say is that if you don’t have cancer to deal with personally, be thankful.

Life is too short and everything in it is temporary,
transient,
ephemeral.
The life you lead today could be gone in an instant.
We are but mere raindrops in the storm that is life.

Live life — don’t shy away from it.
Kiss the ones you love.
Let them know they matter.
Hold their hands.
Send them flowers.
Listen to them.
Let them talk.
Feed them with love.
Cherish them.
Give them a cuddle.
Embrace them with your heart.
Tell them to walk into your hug and just hold them there in perfect silence.
Let them breathe and share your air.
Love, just love.

Life is really too short.
Love.
Learn to love.

©Brindology 2014

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