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A world without banter,
Would be sad one to encounter,
With spades called by their proper name,
Sitting in an Isle of shame,
While the holier than thou,
Tell us banter between friends is not cool now.
I feel for those who have never engaged in a little friendly banter,
As experience tells me it is hard to find friends that matter,
Without a little banter,
Those who call a spade a spade,
Would be greatly dismayed,
To be labelled ,
And libelled,
When banter is taken out of context,
And asking what is next,
For those who can read context,
Better than most read text.
Those who think banter has run its time,
And those who practice it have had their time,
Should ask themselves, whether a meaningless platitude,
Or some banter from a true friend will be cause for more gratitude,
When one is suffering a heartfelt loss,
And no longer give a toss.
I have recently been watching re-runs of Murphy Brown,
And her portrayal of someone who refuses to let breast cancer
keep them down,
With bouts of friendly banter,
Hogging the chatter
Between friends,
Who were fresh out of platitudes.
We should be grateful that some have that attitude,
And still see a place for banter,
In a world where few call a spade a spade,
And calls are out of context,
About Friendships that are complex,
Yet are a joy to behold,
For those who can put judgement on hold.
I do not know if I truly have ever been granted
divine intervention, but most likely I received it
after my surgery for breast cancer when a biopsy was done
to determine if I was “genetic” for my condition.
After an unbearable three-week wait, I was told
I would need not only radiation but also chemotherapy treatment
to ensure that not one stray cancer cell remained inside me.
The thought of so much treatment (in total nearly five months of it)
simply did not feel right to me! Thus, I agonized over my decision.
After a week of desperate praying
and two days away from having a stent put in my breast,
I found myself in the house of my next door neighbor,
who happened to be a renowed doctor from Canada.
Upon hearing that I was set to have chemotherapy
(even though my tumor had already been removed
and my lymphe nodes were shown clear of cancer)
he and his scientist collegue, whom he quickly got me in touch with,
advised me that I absolutely should NOT undergo the chemotherapy..
I am over five years now cancer-free.
Because of terrible rare side effects I have incurred from another drug
given me AFTER cancer, I feel that God has let me know that
for someone like me, chemotherapy would likely
have been over-kill! If only I’d prayed for confirmation
on the Prolia with which my oncologist had me injected for two whole years.
That was a drug I trusted in for strengthening my bones.
My later deep research into it revealed to me the truth of its dangers.
I have since felt great mistrust for advice from the traditional medical community.
Perhaps it was a lesson God wanted me to learn about modern drugs
and the fact that I must research anything suspicious I take into my body.
I will always be grateful that I received
what I believe to have been a clear-cut answer on chemotherapy
after pouring out my heart in prayer.
Dec. 21, 2021
For the Divine Intervention Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
Stuff on my mind has been puzzling me
Like why have I been one of the lucky ones
When they were handing out the happy stuff
Was I at the head of the line
Was it my enthusiasm that made the difference
For most of my life I've been this fortunate dude
But for one exception the passing of my first wife
Who was such a loving soul
A truly unique lady with a heart of gold
She finally succumbed after a long battle
With that dreaded scourge breast cancer
But then I realized life goes on even though at the time
I really didn't care one way or the other
But the human spirit is very resilient
And we move on
Aside from that very sad time my life has been amazing
Laughter has always been key
There is so much unhappiness and tragedy in life
To survive we must take a “c'est la vie” attitude
I guess the bottom line to all of this is
Live for today and tomorrow will take care of itself
Now that surely makes sense to this old dude
I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled with emotions pouring out of my soul.
I recall that typical day four years ago that my co-worker
and friend told me she had discovered a lump in her breast.
No pain, she said, probably nothing at all but we all told her
to go have it checked.
The pathology report came quickly, Stage IV, invasive
massive cancer tumors; in lymph nodes, in her breast,
metastasized. I recall thinking how is this possible? Mary
was hopeful, saying, I will beat this. She joined groups,
did walks with others with breast cancer. And she wore
pink. At work we all wore pink ribbons.
Both breasts were removed within weeks and the nodes,
and maybe more; then she started chemotherapy treatment,
and radiation and hormone therapy. I think sometimes, why
did she go through all that when the end was obvious to all.
Cancer victims must have exceptional inner courage.
Mary called me to say she was losing her hair, next she
lost her eyebrows and eyelashes, her finger nails and her
toenails were frail and discolored. We painted them pink.
She lost so much weight, oh she was so thin. When I visited
I had to hold back tears, only after leaving did I cry.
When I saw her, Mary wore a pink turban or hat and put
on makeup and big earrings. Actually she looked quite
beautiful to me. But she showed me her horrible scars and
would weep. She talked about breast cancer awareness
and the need for research. So much inner strength.
There was a hospital bed in her living room. Husband slept
on the couch, cat in her bed. How she loved that cat, they
had put a pink ribbon around its neck. Family and friends
came, in hushed tones they kissed her goodbye. She just
smiled and one evening alone with her husband and her
cat, she died. He said it was peaceful.
Please support cancer research and awareness always and,
remember, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month,
so wear PINK!
______________________
September 8, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Pinktober #2, sponsor, Poet Destroyer
10th Place
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
Jan Allison
15th September 2014
Rachel
Oh Rachel, my most valued
friend
You were taken to soon in the end
Are first it was breast cancer that you were bound to beat
The radiation burnt you from the heat
They took your breasts and tried to recreate
But something went wrong and you were ok with your fate
They couldn’t do the reconstruction but you were okay
You would live through another day
Fast forward and you were cleared for a year
It brought a lot of joy and cheer
To celebrate you went on a cruise
You knew you had nothing to lose
During the vacation something was not right
It brought you into yet another fight
Pancreatic cancer, stage one, it won’t be that bad you said
But soon there would be tears to shed
By the time the surgery was to happen, it went to stage four
They said there was nothing they could do for you anymore
You lived only a few months from that day
We are all left here to continue to pray
You gave with your heart and always lent an ear
Always so happy and never had fear
As you fought, you had kindness and grace
Always calming others and never a sad face
The one thing you asked was to take care of your boys
The cancer didn’t care what it destroys
My heart and mind thinks of you all the time
Taking you too soon was a crime.
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Sarah Storey was the first disabled athlete,
In the Commonwealth Games to compete,
As an English competitor, and she’s thrice,
Able-bodied national track champion of ice.
She was born without a left hand, entangled,
But she was firstly a swimmer, she jangled,
Then she became a cyclist on road and track,
And is still pedalling strong, not to look back.
She swam in Barcelona in 1992 and won,
Two golds, three silvers and a bronzed one,
Then in 2008, again at the Paras her fifth,
She won the individual pursuit with much pith.
Sarah Storey won Britain’s first gold in the C5,
In the women’s individual pursuit she’d thrive,
And in the C4-5 5000m, C4-5, and on road,
She won each one with a gold that was owed.
In 2014 she founded a sports cycling team,
Which supports a breast cancer charity keen,
And she became a MBE in 1998, OBE in 2009,
Then she was made a dame in 2013, long line.
She married Barney her coach and duel pilot,
For the tandem duel ride, which could be a riot,
And was on the 2012 Celebrity Mastermind IQ,
With Sex & The City, and also has a girl to coo.
Inspired by Josh Rosenberg's Introduction
@ Samara's Medical Fund
Samara is the most loving, kind and very funny,
outgoing human being, always warm and friendly.
From the first minute you meet her she immediately
makes you feel as if you've always been part of her family.
I challenge anyone to spend 5 minutes with her
and not laugh harder than you've laughed in your entire life before.
In 2012, Samara was diagnosed with breast cancer sadly
and after numerous surgeries and a lot of chemotherapy
we believed she had beaten her cancer once and for all finally.
All this treatment came with a humongous price tag unfortunately,
which she is still trying to pay off to this day desperately.
When Samara went in for her quarterly check-up appointment
they found that her cancer had come back with a vengeance.
It is now stage-4
and her battle will now be harder than it's ever been before.
Her medical bills have already been astronomical and frequent.
There's no way she'll win this battle without proper treatment,
so we've started this campaign to help her receive
the care and treatment she so desperately needs.
Your love and support will go a long way in helping my friend
win this battle, and bring her dreaded cancer to its ultimate end.
Thank you all very much in advance for your donations
and please share Samara's story with everyone you can.
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https://www.gofundme.com/yvjnxk
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5 -11- 2016
The face of yours: brownish colour that shone like this golden
Neck-lace of yours; so vivid in my eyes I remember
Whenever I look at this chain, memory of yours clog my brain:
Of the love you shown me when you were alive
Alas – I hope no limit to human life: so you could be ever alive
You are dead, but in this heart you are alive ever
As you cherished me when you are alive
Alive will your memory be in this brain.
Note: she was my father's mother. She lived in our town – Iragbiji – in her life era. I did visit her with my parents and my younger sisters and brothers, during the festival. Though most of times me and my brothers and sisters did visit her was during the third term holiday. Granny was pleasant living with, apart from all sort of things she used to buy us; she was used to pampering children. In 2003, she died of breast cancer; she had made hospital a home before she died. She was gradually recovering then, everyone had thought she had overcome death, but all of a sudden, she gave up the ghost.
Callous death took
her
away without
her
goodbye
I didn’t acquire much from her, but this golden neck-lace. Though it is old and has no much value, but one will not know at a glance, for it shines and looks anew all the time. Had my religion allows me to wear neck-lace, I will be wearing it all around.
Death sadness be
yours
granny is a –
live
A letter from Bristol arrived on my doorstep
I knew its contents would cause me such pain
An invitation for a routine mammogram –
My Goodness …two years have flown past again
I arrived at the breast-screening center
And sat down on a bright lime green chair
The x ray room I soon would enter
I’d have to strip off my pink underwear
The radiologist asked me some questions -
Did I have any worries about my breasts…
I replied they were droopy and sagging
And no longer pert on my chest!
The radiologist laughed at my answer
My humour really did break the ice
We discussed the detection of breast cancer
She listened and was so very nice
It was time for the dreaded deed to be done
Each breast squashed as flat as a pancake
Two images were taken of each compressed one
Good grief my boobies don’t half ache!
A few moments discomfort can detect cancer
Soon the pain was gone from my Bristol Cities
Early detection is really the answer
And in two years they will re squash my titties!
09~23~16
(Bristol Cities is cockney rhyming slang for titties)