A poem by Jo.
Part of an elite where I did not apply to be, cancer pushed me into a new galaxy.
A mummy of a star I became and Jo is my name.
Through the surgery and to today, my worries never seem to fully go away.
Frequently asking how much more can I take, wondering and second guessing for goodness sake?
So I put on my mask and my cape, as I shout “your dinner is on the plate”
Endlessness servicing everyone else’s needs, when I just want five minutes to myself please!
Some days are up, some days are down and I try remember not to frown.
For there’s always someone worse off than me, like a Star Baby without their mummy.
In these uncertain times, we need to remember to be kind.
To ourselves, our neighbours and those we do not know, as there is no guarantee of tomorrow.
Playing the cancer waiting game to see who’s gonna win, is as appealing to me as going to the gym.
But positive I remain and from anger I refrain, for now I have to focus on me and my family.
For I am a Mummy and he is my Star and all his love outweighs this cancer crap by far