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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

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-research-ad_0

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

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

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

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

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

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

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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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

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-research-ad_0

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

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

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

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

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

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

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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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends,

A good friend left a message on the answer phone at work, “Ring me!” I did and after the usual chatter he blurted it out, “I’ve got cancer…I wanted to tell you before you heard it on the grapevine.”

Before I could open my mouth he said, “It’s inoperable, but I’m fine – I’m starting treatment tomorrow.” Well I spent the next ten minutes in a bit of a blur – empathising, sympathising – in shock. When he hung up I couldn’t believe what he’d told me and as I told another friend, I had to question myself; have I made a terrible mistake?

I remember one of our ‘lunches’. I’d not seen him for weeks, he’d been unwell after the chemo – not able to keep his food down, not taking visitors, and boy did he look thin. Of course I didn’t tell him that – instead I said a little white lie, “You’re looking well – how are you feeling? How’s the treatment going?” – I could picture the ward – the lovely caring nurses the bright colours, the sunlight – I’d spent an hour or so with him, during his previous treatment, as the drip flooded his system with chemicals to fight the cancer – but the side effects weakened him.

I remember smiling sweetly at the others on the ward – gripping their partner’s hands while the wonderful nurses replenished the clear bags of the wonder drug.  I wanted to say something, but instead I could only smile – they smiled back.

He arrived at the cafe, for lunch, with a new hat – he didn’t wear hats, but this one was quite stylish – covered his embarrassment; he quickly made excuses, hiding the truth – but we both knew…

He interrupted before I could ask, “And how are you, how’s work?” He said totally selfless, a shadow of his former self.

The waitress delivered a tray; two pints of our usual – ‘Peroni’. He snapped, quite out of character, “Can’t stand the taste anymore…Sorry mate, you’ll have to drink mine – can I have a coffee please…”

And that’s when I realised…

Sadly, I had to say goodbye to my buddy – as he lost his battle with stomach cancer. He was so brave, fought it to the bitter end – never made a fuss.

I’ve been inspired to write this rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it may help to further raise awareness.  Remember;

cancer-research-ad_0

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

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

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

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

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

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

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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Posted by on September 4, 2013 in Poetry

 

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Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends

I remember the day a good friend left a message on the answer phone at work, “Ring me!” I did and after the usual chatter he blurted it out, “I’ve got cancer…I wanted to tell you before you heard it on the grapevine.” Before I could open my mouth he said, “It’s inoperable, but I’m fine – I’m starting treatment tomorrow.” Well I spent the next ten minutes in a bit of a blur – empathising, sympathising – in shock. When he hung up I couldn’t believe what he’d told me and as I told another friend, I had to question myself have I made a terrible mistake?

I remember one of our ‘lunches’. I’d not seen him for weeks, he’d been unwell after the chemo – not able to keep his food down, not taking visitors, and boy did he look thin. Of course I didn’t tell him that – instead I said a little white lie, “You’re looking well – how are you feeling? How’s the treatment going?” – I could picture the ward – the lovely caring nurses the bright colours the sunlight – I’d spent an hour or so with him, during his previous treatment, as the drip flooded his system with chemicals to fight the cancer – but the side effects weakened him. I remember smiling sweetly at the others on the ward – gripping their partner’s hands while the wonderful nurses replenished the clear bags of the wonder drug. I wanted to say something, but instead I could only smile – they smiled back. He arrived at the cafe, for lunch, with a new hat – he didn’t wear hats, but this one was quite stylish – covered his embarrassment; he quickly made excuses, hiding the truth – but we both knew…He interrupted before I could ask, “And how are you, how’s work?” He said totally selfless, a shadow of his former self. The waitress delivered a tray; two pints of our usual – ‘Peroni’. He snapped, quite out of character, “Can’t stand the taste anymore…Sorry mate, you’ll have to drink mine – can I have a coffee please…” And that’s when I realised…

Sadly, I’ve now said goodbye to my buddy – he lost his battle with stomach cancer. He was so brave, fought it to the bitter end – never made a fuss.

I’ve been inspired to write this rhyme – pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it may help to further raise awareness and remember; Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

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

§

Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

§

We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

§

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

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

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

§

Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

§

But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

§

But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

§

We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

§

Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Written from the heart

© SR Clarke X

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Posted by on June 13, 2013 in Poetry

 

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