tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post1575420411972741607..comments2023-08-27T11:29:05.737+01:00Comments on It's all brain vomit; and living with a Chronic Leukaemia: 8 Years TodayKatie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03377386877769888287noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-18040569883117563882015-01-27T07:44:16.670+00:002015-01-27T07:44:16.670+00:00I think that people find the word cancerversary up...I think that people find the word cancerversary upsetting because it's a tough concept to understand.. if that person hasn't had cancer then they probably wonder why you would 'celebrate' the day you were diagnosed. I myself was diagnosed as a teenager and always remember my cancerversaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-27601590040566158022015-01-20T23:12:29.411+00:002015-01-20T23:12:29.411+00:00Moving... Keep on trucking.... Moving... Keep on trucking.... Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-12185859283988256472015-01-20T19:04:33.813+00:002015-01-20T19:04:33.813+00:00No one has any place to approve or disapprove of y...No one has any place to approve or disapprove of your blog. Your life, your choices, your cancer. Happy cancerversary. 8 years triumphant, you. <br />Formidable birthday girl! xxxAlison Moyetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-40566744203590350012015-01-20T05:49:09.280+00:002015-01-20T05:49:09.280+00:00Big love xBig love xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-91535682263775225412015-01-19T19:46:12.720+00:002015-01-19T19:46:12.720+00:00Love after love, by Derek Walcott... x.
The time...Love after love, by Derek Walcott... x.<br /><br /><br />The time will come<br />when, with elation,<br />you will greet yourself arriving<br />at your own door, in your own mirror,<br />and each will smile at the other's welcome,<br /><br />And say, sit here. Eat.<br />You will love again the stranger who was yourself.<br />Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart<br />to itself, to the stranger who has loved you<br /><br />all your life, whom you ignored<br />for another, who knows you by heart.<br />Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,<br /><br />the photographs, the desperate notes,<br />peel your own image from the mirror.<br />Sit. Feast on your life.<br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217266628870586119.post-65304044848659308042015-01-19T16:02:03.202+00:002015-01-19T16:02:03.202+00:00Nice oneNice oneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com