The dawning of a brand new day as out of bed I climb.
I’ve found since I got breast cancer, I’m pretty short of time.I’d love to accept invites, but my friends don’t have a clue
I’m just so bloody busy with the things I have to do.
First task I’m in the kitchen with my “new best friend” the juicer
I can feel myself get better (I can feel my bowels get looser)
All organic beets and oranges, five kilograms a day
Without a frown I slurp it down and then I’m on my way
Monday is lymphatic drainage, with a deep massage to follow
Then I touch base with my naturopath for hints on what to swallow
On Tuesdays I have counselling then full 3 hours of reiki
A phone in with some ladies leaves my schedule somewhat shaky
I don’t eat chook or dairy, anything that had a “Mum”
But once a week a man comes round, sticks hoses up my bum.
I meditate 3 hours a day in candle lit seclusion
It’s not so hard to find the time, that’s just a false elusion.
Twice monthly I’m rebirthing, the feeling’s so unreal.
My Mum (who doesn’t understand) says her stitches never heal.
You’ll find me on a Friday with a group so dear and kind
And we tweeze out old forgotten hurts round campfires in our mind.
I don’t drink tea or coffee, alcohol never a drop.
I’ll list the things I eat and drink. Fruit, vegetables full stop.
It’s a very hectic schedule and for wellness that’s the fee.
But if you smell burning martyr, well OK, I guess it’s me.
Deep in my dreams I lunch with friends and time does not construe.
I order steak and chips and gin and 20 Winfield blue.
Lyn
What can friends do to help?
If you want to help, ask what would be helpful. Practical tasks – shopping, ironing, mowing the lawn, making a meal, walking the dog, hanging the washing – are often the ones that take the effort, energy or time that someone who is having treatment doesn’t have.