Dear Friends,
To the heroes who walk among us
Who never complain, or make a fuss
Loss of hair, heads they shave
A dedication, I salute the brave
So if you’re feeling low, or had enough
Never give up, you’re made of stronger stuff
With a collective voice, FIND A CURE, be heard
Never give in, or ever give cancer the last word
A very good friend of mine is in remission having battled breast cancer: operation, chemo, radio. Her hair is now growing back and is long enough for her to discard the head scarf (I’m not sure if she has burnt it just yet, I haven’t asked) but it’s just in time – as the hot, humid weather strikes our sunny (UK) shores.
She has remained positive throughout, despite the sickness, constant needles, drugs, blood tests, hair loss, etc. etc…
Having spent time on the chemo ward (during her treatment) I witnessed bravery, as the patients put their trust in medicine, following the path laid out before them.
The staff at the chemo unit are angels, every single one of them.
The human spirit is strong, the desire to survive even stronger.
Together, WE WILL beat cancer
Because we are not prepared to put up with it much longer
WE WILL find a cure
It’s just a matter or time, for that I’m sure!
I’ve been inspired to write the following rhyme (to be read as a rap) – please pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it can help to further raise awareness. and remember –
Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!
We ain’t afraid to say ya name
Cansa
And certainly not hold our heads in shame
Cansa
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Cos we’re one step ahead of ya
Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya
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We know how you start
A simple mark
A lump or a bump
Can take hold in a spark
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You try to demean so very mean
We know ya wanna friend
But ya just so pretend
And we’re gunna rock ya
Take a trip to the docta
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But through fear or dread
Hear what they say
And never delay
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A friend a colleague a child or a spouse
All God’s animals including a mouse
Age, gender or race holds no bounds
Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds
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Whether you’re a dancer
Whether you’re a chancer
Cansa’s without loyalty
Can even strike Royalty
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But through fear or dread
Hear what they say
And never delay
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Whatever Cansa send
Gunna fight to the bitter end
Treatment loss of hair
Others may stare
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But you’re not gunna shake us
And certainly not break us
For one day be sure
A prevention or cure!
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But through fear or dread
Hear what they say
And never delay
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We know someone who’s tried
Someone who’s died
So gather your friends
Against whatever it sends
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Cos it’d better watch out
As we scream and shout
For we’re so sure
We’ll find your cure!!!
Spoken from my heart
© SR Clarke X
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