It has been a strange week. Hard to think now that eight days ago we were a family untouched by cancer. Now it has invaded us, all of us. My mum might play the fiercely reluctant host, but somehow it has crept into every pore of us too. That’s what cancer does; that’s what we must try hard to not let it do.
I look yet barely see,
I touch but cannot feel
I’m disconnected, I’m not quite me.
From Row D, seat number 4.
But I should on the stage with you,
Not here like an onlooker, acting unsure.
My broken heart you start to glue.
Then you laugh, your front tooth missing,
Hold my hand, show me my que.
It is you who will see us win
And while you may well be the trophy,
You are also the medicine.
Hang your laughter round my neck, a shining gem
Until I play my part up in the spotlight
Until I am connected once again.