Some lives are “touched by cancer”

Mine feels decimated

Every aspect of my being

Every pore infiltrated

Chemicals sent in to save me

To battle my disease

Wreaking havoc on my being

Brought me to my knees

Like a bomb deployed inside me

Leaving little in its wake

Mentally, physically depleted

Not much left to take

I don’t even recognize myself

When I must look in the mirror

Mentally and physically altered

Every thought wrapped in fear

So much to be grateful for

One of the lucky ones for sure

But life is meant for living

Not simply to endure

Struggling to heal my soul

And reclaim me along the way

Need to feel the joy in every breath

And the love for each new day

My inner superhero must be resting

But she’ll resurface I know she will

Healing doesn’t happen overnight

Time is my magic pill

Mom always thought I should be a writer...wonder if blogging is what she had in mind?!?!

Look at me entering the word of blogging. Truth be told I am not certain why except to say that I love the written word and find it incredibly therapeutic to write (and gawd knows I could use some therapy!!LOL) So, here it is, a free forum in which to share my rambling thoughts to be absorbed, or ignored, by those so inclined, so why not give it a go (thats what she said).

I suspect my blog will morph with time (and by time I may mean minutes) as I am literally flying by the seat of my pants here while trying to funnel my thoughts into a semblance of order. In the meantime, be forewarned that my rantings may take on any number of topics -- hopefully all of which will be relatable to one or perhaps to the bigger audience of "some".

Why "Observations from the edge..."? Edge of middle-age, edge of reason, edge of happiness, edge of losing it, edge of death, edge of understanding... you pick. I have been on the edge alot this past year and I've made some observations that I'd like to share.

Hugs and hope,

Colleen

Coming up next time... "Everyone needs a Lynda"