life is up to you|


Did you know there are over 7 billion google searches today using the key words “life is up to you|”  . . . as of right now 7,560,000,000 to be exact . . .  looks like “life| is|up| to| you|” is something people give a lot of thought to . . . to me that definitely warrants a poem:

Make today the happiest of days
Focus on the synchronicity|
Laugh| at the pratfalls|
Shake| it up
Turn it all around
Salvage| what you can
Make it count|
Practice kindness|
Don’t stop trying
Make a difference|
Keep ’em guessing
Keep ’em laughing|
Enjoy yourself
This is it| Life is up to you|

Copy and paste this link to read a poem| a breast cancer| survivor’s poem|

https://mindfulnesswalks.wordpress.com/2011/11/10/a-breast-cancer-poem/

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Great happiness & peace to you! xo
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a breast cancer poem|

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a breast cancer poem|

the phone call came in

as I was driving down the street

my seven year old son in the back seat

happily chattering away about his day

I couldn’t believe my doctor was calling me

wasn’t it a routine mammogram

I’d been checking my breasts forever it seemed

the news dropped on me — like a bomb

“I’m sorry you have| cancer|.”

breast cancer|

The words were so clear

Yet seemed like they were in a language I didn’t know

My mom, both my grandmas, my best friend, two of my cousins –maybe

I did know this language –

They hung over my head for a moment like a cloud of toxic fumes

Wait a minute, I can’t react

My son’s in the backseat

Wait a minute, I can’t believe it’s true

breast cancer|

What about the biopsy when I was 20

Everything was ok

breast cancer|

What about the biopsy when I was 32

Everything was ok

breast cancer|

This time I didn’t even feel anything irregular

Don’t I have cystic breasts

Couldn’t there be a mistake?

These breasts

My breasts| my boobies|, my tits|, my tatas|, my womanhood|

I remember buying my first bra

When I was in the third grade

I remember it so clearly

It was the day the breast fairy visited me

My Mom took me to JC Penney to buy the bra

I was 9, I remember wanting to scream

“I’m only 9.  There must be a mistake!”

I wanted to run out of the store and hide

I remember thinking, “How can Mom act so casual?
“Why is she smiling?”

Don’t ask the salesgirl for help, MOM!!!!

Can’t you see you’re embarrassing me!

MOM!!!

But I got through it.

I grew into my breasts| my boobies|, my tits|, my tatas|

And they continued to grow

The night before the surgery I felt my breasts

One last time, caressing what was

Remembering the form I had come to know

But so ready to get rid of the cancer cells|

I didn’t want inside of me

It turned out I had a pre-cancerous tumor in the right breast too

Great, I’m a survivor right?

Think like a cancer survivor| right!

What would I look like after?

The morning before the surgery

I took a shower and lovingly said good by

to the body I had known and loved

caressing it with soap and warm water

one last time

I looked in to the mirror at myself and knew

no matter what happened

I could get through it

I am a breast cancer survivor|

and even with less breasts| boobies| tits| tatas| I would still be me|

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