Not in the same way that chemotherapy and radiation therapy work. We pray that those treatments will lead to the physical destruction of cancer cells. The idea behind the poetry workshop my wife, Kelly, created last year is that writing can heal even those who are not going to survive cancer, that it can help them get things sorted: in their heads, their hearts and their souls.
To have a warning? So thank you Whoever you are For that deep deep punch Sonal from London FU Cancer You're evil and deadly A silent killer you are, Always waiting and lurking forever near not far You slowly sneak in Like a thief in the night, Encompassing your host Never caring if right You're a beast of the night No heart and no soul, You steal away love You're taking your toll Burning all that you touch You spread like a fire, You're sickness sets in Taking all you desire Why do you exist With the pain you create Devouring all Then One day - too late
But poetry can be more therapeutic than one might imagine. The power lies in the metaphors, which speak for — and therefore console — those consumed by pain, bodily decay, anxiety and despair. In addition to their cathartic nature, some poems have helped break the silence on the growing scourge of cancer in recent decades.
At age 58 Lucille Clifton was diagnosed with breast cancer. The Terrible Stories is the title of the first book of poems Lucille Clifton published after her breast cancer diagnosis. To speak her truth, she needed to give her words and identity away, to a trusted poet and friend stevedavenport breastcancerconsortium.
Her heart was thumping loudly as she made the calls with dread she tried to tell her family what the doctor said. Cheer up, Elaine; I can understand how you feel; but with strong will power, it is possible to survive Report Reply.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in Augustwhen my children were 4 and 6 years old. Treatment -- lumpectomy, chemo and radiation -- lasted for more than a year. During my illness I found poetry -- both reading and writing it -- was cathartic.
Countless poetry books fill the mantel over the fireplace in my living room. Some of the books stand upright; some stack up sideways, titles facing out, to save precious inches of space. Others spill over into colorful woven baskets set on the floor for that very purpose.
Surviving Breast Cancer. Both sides of my family have suffered from various types of cancers. I lost my mother to cancer, I lost my father to cancer.