Dancing with Death
There's a reason for the baldy look and it isn't because I'm practising to be a monk. In October 2018 I met someone... and noooo, it wasn't a barber, it was someone way more unexpected than that.
Photo by David Taffet
I met DEATH.
The Grim Reaper himself, appearing in many different forms for each and every one of us, came to me in the form of Invasive Ductal Carcinoma Breast Cancer, Stage 3, Grade 3.
I know, that probably makes no sense to you, it didn't me either. To those of you that do understand it, battle on warrior women, we can beat this!!
That's why i want to do this blog. I've had to learn so much throughout this journey that I want to share what I've had to learn.
Come Mr Reaper man, walk by my side
Now I know that you're there, you don't have to hide
Don't walk behind me, swinging your scythe
Instead walk beside me, let's talk about life
Whilst you sneaked up behind me in the darkness of night
I'd been healing inner realms, becoming a warrior of light
I'd learnt to surrender to the fears within
My anxieties humbled, by the magic positivity brings
I see now where you led me, was to make me headstrong
Strong enough to dance, between the beats in the song
As Life's symphony, it's crescendo of high's and low's
wouldn't sound the same without the "grand pause"
For your kiss of death, warms my spirit in life's embrace
Enchanting all in time and space
We're all dancers here, uniquely to our own
manifesting music, from deep within the soul
I love you Mr Reaper man,
I see you as a friend
Let's dance Mr Reaper man,
until the very end