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Chase away the demons
Chase away the demons
That live inside my breast
Chase away the arrogant cells
That won't give me a rest
Chase away the chaos
and the fear that builds within
Give me a moment to recoup myself
My head is in a spin
There is nothing else so worrisome
As a terrorist in my blood
The overwhelming power it has
comes rushing
in a flood
Don't let me deny my anger
and what it is doing to me
I can't just smile and take it
I can't just let it
be
I resolve to take action
I'm going on a roll
I'll beat this rugged warrior
That invades my very soul
If my urgency scares you
Then I am doing my job
Grab the bull by the horns
And make the sucker sob.
Written by Marilyn 6/5/03
This Time (Beating Cancer)
I will savor my saviour forever more,
He will guide me home and through the door.
I have no strength left
of my own,
No more muscle, no more bone.
No more will I wander, No more will I roam.
Hear me Jesus, I want to come home.
Until that day, I will endure,
To the pain, please let me become innured.
I know this is a test, Lord, and I will give of my best.
Jesus, Lord, you do the rest.
This is my second time
around,
From under me has been cut the ground.
This time, I seek sisters support,
They have been there, have great raport.
Troubles shared, quite often, lose
their terror,
Of this, I have become aware.
This time, I am prepared,
This time, no more despair.
Once again, I will lose my hair,
No more razors, no
more nair.
This time, we are communicating,
There will be no more bemoaning.
This time, we are a team,
Everyone knows
the routine.
With your help Lord, I will not fear,
You are here, please be my mirror.
Finally, everything becomes clear,
No
more need for sorrow, no more tears.
This time Lord, I will get it right,
With you on my side, I can fight.
I will never lose sight,
And will forever
hold tight.
Original composition by: Judith Ogle
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FEAR
When it began
I didn't fear
That flash of pain that scared me,
And the lump they found
I was confident I would be strong,
I
was wrong.
I walked and talked with friends and God
Hoping that everything would be okay,
It was nothing, it would surely go
away.
I was wrong.
And now the steps are quicker, first this,
then that - and then the moment is surreal,
The Bogeyman is real.
Dear
God - What happens next??
Written by Sandi
New Resolve
The cancer gone,
It took so long.
Mind lost in dreams
Or so it seems.
Chase the sorrow.
Think tomorrow.
Life’s a minute,
Play to win it.
Watch the young ones,
Daughters and sons.
Teach them hope
The way to cope.
Rebuild your life,
Less stress and strife.
More time to care,
A thankful prayer.
By J Davis 5-13-03 
To my support group friends on-line
Cancer, like a vacuum,
was sucking out my joy and hope
enfolding and enclosing me in an envelope
of despair
and fear
In the distance I saw a steady glow,
heard a chorus growing closer
one light separating into many
descending
on me,
a flock of angels
carrying torches lighting the shadows,
voices singing, arms embracing
wings uplifting
me.
I became one with this throng,
a thousand women strong.
In the distance a figure huddles
and shudders in a darkened
corner,
we press onward swiftly towards her
a thousand and one angels
comfort and support our newest member
Written by Sue Friedman
To Lisa W.
Some times life seems very tough
And the pain drags on and on
So take
a little time out
To sit and watch the sun.
It makes the world seem very small
As it climbs for all to see.
The shadows grow and lengthen,
This day was
made for me.
The body is forgotton
As faith becomes renewed
Lost in wonder at the sight
Of this truly lovely view.
There will be time later
To get on with the day.
To feed the body what it needs
And help it on its way
The cancer doesn't go away
It's there to let me know
That I'm alive and kicking
And going with the flow.
Written by Kimbasa
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Beyond Survival
(dedicated to all cancer patients, the ill, the infirm, and the
challenged)
The sparkle of sun off the wings of a dragonfly
reflects the light and life left in our eyes.
Our hearts flutter
but beat strong
with the will within us to go on.
To not just survive, but to achieve,
to aspire to inspire; to soar,
to believe
that we can make a difference.
Shout it emphatically, the sound
of our existence echoes and resounds,
ascends and transcends the farthest bluff,
resonates
in crevices where ignorance hides and divides us.
Powerful, but gentle, like the breeze
scatters the leaves yet caresses
the trees.
This is our power to reclaim us.
Do not feel devalued, do not cower,
as long as we draw breath we’re empowered.
We must resist our isolation.
The disease of desperation
lies
dormant in every soul.
Together we can heal and recreate our whole.
Then nothing can silence us forever.
Written by Sue Friedman
To Lisa W.
The breast cancer zone.
Though we have lived with BC,
we may have trod down different roads,
taken varying turns and
arrived at destinations
unique to each of us.
Our futures may not be the same,
but we share certain thoughts, emotions, feelings.
We share
pain and heartache,
worry and fear.
Hope and inspiration.
And we share our strengths,
one with the other.
We
share our prayers...with God.
As we open our hearts to our kin,
those who dwell in this land with us,
we share our
spirits, oft times,
the essence of what we are--like we would
share with no other not of our realm.
We may not feel
the pain and anguish
as our kith and kin do,
but we do feel pain and anguish for our family.
We may not know what
words we should utter
that would be the "best" for our sister or brother.
But, that does not mean we have no thoughts,
no
concerns or cares, no compassion...
for him or her. And the desire to share them.
For wrapped up in a hug, or in the
space
between the lines of a card, or email, or a post, there,
we have packed and compressed all the many hopes,
the
mental workings of our concern and fellowship and love...
Weaved it, unseen, among the lesser words and sentiments that
never
quite satisfy our hearts. At such times
that words fail us, we haven't forgotten.
Our best wishes for the other, are
there, blind to the human eye
but hopefully visible to the human heart and psyche.
Felt in the arms that encircle us.
Soothing
us as we acknowledge the words spoken to us,
but hearing, instinctually, the deeper wishes for our well being
that compelled
the other to reach out to us in the first place.
And when it seems all is quiet, know this: My pain for my kith and kin
is increased tenfold.
I am hampered by my own inability to draw, from within myself,
words for you.
Mayhap at a time
you need to hear--anything--and I feel inadequate
and I will hurt even more for you because
I feel a failure to your
need. And I would not have it so!
As all living creatures in a world are entwined in their environment
we, too, are
bound together in our shared zone.
Family; kin is an apt description.
And we can dwell on this plane if we recognize
we are family,
and family interacts through the good and the bad,
the glorious and the heart wrenching.
All aspirations
and emotions endemic to most worlds,
our skills to share and empower our kin may be at times amazing,
at other times,
hampered.
I suppose this is all natural.
I think the worst action we could take would be to do nothing.
How sad that
would be. Let's not!
I am here for you.
I care.
My thoughts stray often to you and your world.
My prayers for
you are lifted up to God.
I have hugs aplenty, and a desire to make your world better
by whatever I can offer.
You
are part of my world; brother, sister.
You complete me and fill the many voids that dance around my
existence.
You
complete my zone.
May I do the same for you?
There must be a void floating about you.
Toss it my way and I'll do
my best to fill it to brimming.
Written by Kathy Harris
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