What a sick sounding word,
Even if you didn’t know what it was,
You’d still somehow know what it is.
You’d know of the stories,
The people it makes violently sick,
The hair loss,
The person you lose, too.
All leading up to the moment when,
You don’t know whether they’ll be there tomorrow.
If you wake up in the morning without this feeling,
Good for you, enjoy every minute of it.
But, for people like me,
Who have had this illness be a part of their family for so many years,
In many different forms and places,
You never get over it.
It always will be with you,
Any small symptom and you’ll think,
“Oh, God I should get this checked in case..”
So, Mum, yes, we argue.
Yes, we don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things,
sometimes, we’re complete polar opposites.
But, I will always be here.
I will always be here to help,
To be your shoulder to cry on
And so much more.
I will also always run the race for life with your name on my back.
In memory of the fight you have fought,
The fight you are still fighting,
The old and the new fight.
I know this isn’t your first time with the big C,
But that doesn’t change a thing.
You’re my Mum.
Sorry this isn’t my usual happy post, but I needed to express myself.
Thank you for reading,