Unbreakable Connections

A daughter wrapped in her parents’ love
A husband with his wife-
A friend of many years and dreams
The precious gift of life.

These are things that we hold dear
Our paths are intertwined
And form a safety net for us –
That we have carefully designed.

The gift we never wanted came our way
It caught us by surprise
It halted our activities
To which we bid our good-byes.

In the darkest hour of the darkest night
We realized our fear
Then turned our sights toward our fights
Our vision became quite clear.

We saw…

A slalom ski, a big ice cream,
A ship that rode the waves
A confidante, a daughter’s love,
And messages to be brave.

These random things connected us
To hope in the midst of our despair
And raised us high so we could see
Beyond our disrepair.

She said…

I will walk where you will walk
and catch you when you fall
I will hold your hand in mine
should you be feeling small.

He said…

Life is far too short to miss
By working to get ahead
So let us toast together, dear
And enjoy this life instead.

A love of learning and justice served
Fro lands beyond this place
A fitness class, a volunteer,
These supports we have in place.

From Gilda’s Club to Ribbons of Hope
A spot on the Dragon Boat Team
To the doctors, nurses, and medical staff
Who heard our victory scream.

“Success is not measured in the hours worked –
or pay cheques that we earned”
The connections that we make in life
are our most valuable return.

Connections to the land itself
and connections to the seas
From east to west and north to south
our varied communities…

Cancer grew – but so did we
Our diagnosis was not ours alone
We rose and fell and rose again
And the seeds of hope were sown…

The long and painful journey now
Is part of our DNA
We walked with cancer once in hand
Now it is held at bey.

A grandparent wrapped in a child’s love
A neighbour and a friend
Connected by a dream of life
And love to take and send.




About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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11 Responses to Unbreakable Connections

  1. Judy says:

    Such a beautiful ode to your awful journey with cancer, Stacey. Your writing is so incredibly inspiring and something everyone going through that struggle would find hopeful and uplifting. I wish this could be published and made available to a huge audience – it’s definitely a gem!

    • inmycorner says:

      Judy – you are always so generous with your words. This poem is actually pieces of 12 different cancer stories – from 12 models in a fund-raising calendar for which I am the editor! This is the third calendar we have done and I’ve been so honoured to have played a role in. So – the references are actually more meaningful to the models – thought that was kinda neat.

      • Judy says:

        That is very cool, Stacey! I think you should write a post that explains this fascinating process of collaboration. I love it!

  2. Wow! Stacey, thank you so much for this beautiful, inspirational poem. Your words have expressed exactly how I have felt during my ovarian cancer journey, I agree with Judy. I would love to see this published.

    • inmycorner says:

      THank you ! I’m not sure I realized you had ovarian cancer?! That – of course – is what I have. Hope you have found some good resources (ovariancancer.org) and know about the Walk of Hope for ovarian cancer (I’m organizing our local walk here in Simcoe County). In a way – this poem will be published in a fund-raising calendar for Gilda’s Club in Barrie – so – thank you for this vote of support. This was a tricky poem to write actually.

  3. Those connections must be such an integral part of healing.

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