Pink is not My Color

One in eight women will get breast cancer. On January 30th of this year, after a month of scans and tests, I officially became a “one.”

Stage 2 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma in situ Her2+, to be precise, has been my every day life for 2018. I have had 16 rounds of chemo and will have a lumpectomy at the end of the month, during which they will also take at least one lymph node and remove my chemo port. After I heal from that, I will begin an unknown number of radiation treatments followed by hormone blockers for the next 5 – 10 years.

So, this year is all about “saving second base.” I feel lucky to have been given a good prognosis. There are no guarantees, they tell me, but I am responding well to treatment. I have good doctors and hope to not have to see them every other week by 2019.

And, yes, my oncologist did my hair. I think I paid too much. I wake up every morning with fuzz-frizz. 😉

Trapped in the Garden of Good and Evil

Trapped in the Garden of Good and Evil

Specific reasons
for times and seasons
drifting on a breeze
Why this
What if that
When will peace arrive
for all
These cringes we call in resistance
from the furthest fringes of existence
their intricate formulas
unintended for mortals
It is not our function
to bridge the junction
but to determine
the product of value
in the rhythm and rhyme
what might be divine
intervention
reinvention
to sign on the spinning dime
a thought
a line
a dream in time
committed to memories
For love or light
we continue to fight
live and learn
lesson the burn
teach in return

And when we are limitless
bear witness

Intricate details of the inexplicable soul

Knowing is not the goal
it’s feeling the whole

© LTM 8/13/16

Fini

Well, PAD is over and I wrote a poem for each of the thirty days. I kind of miss it and am kind of relieved it’s over. We lost our beloved Daisy Dog this past weekend, so I am taking a little break. There will be more poetry when the muse strikes, y’all know how that goes. In the meantime, I am planning to restart The Write List (@thewritelist) on Twitter tomorrow, assuming there are no more surprises. Life is precarious at best. I am still writing every day and will reach 500 links on my Write Chain, soon. Plus, I hope to participate in Camp NaNo in July to do some editing. We’ll see. It’s just too quiet around here and I may have to go do something else for a while. The garden needs work, maybe. Anyway, peace out (for now).

~ Lindy™

Impasse

Daisy Mae: September 2000 - April 2016
Daisy Mae: September 2000 – April 2016

Impasse

I don’t understand
why life must end

I mean
my mind can crunch
the number theories bunch
enough to say
okay
that would be bad
but my will is strong
and my heart fights
to keep all the lights
on

Then when endings hit
too close to home
I scream
don’t leave me
behind
not this time
Nevertheless
I’m not ready to go
just yet
I fret
life is too precious
I must cling to every breath

still
there’s a fly on my desk
and I am left
bereft of any answers
except

I miss her…

RIP Daisy Mae 4/30/16

© LTM 4/30/16

2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 30