I’ve just joined this community but unfortunately I’ve had cancer before. When I got it last time, I imagined being in a Marquee with me standing just inside it and others being right at the centre about to face their doom. Anyway 14 years on, I wanted to share with you a poem (of sorts) that describes the Marquee - I hope it helps - Laura
A beautiful décor, white Egyptian cotton billowing in the faint breeze.
With chandeliers that draw the crisp January sunlight and illuminate the crowd.
Such a superb array of folk enjoying their Dom Perignon and yet… in all of their eyes there is a tear.
It is a large Marquee made up of circles of wonderful souls.
They don’t know one another they’ve never met and yet,
that tear, is what draws them together as knowing friends.
Those at the centre have an additional burden. They know the champagne will end.
I entered the marquee 14 years ago but stood resolutely at the entrance. For me, the champagne kept flowing and now I reluctantly, fearfully re-enter the marquee a little further in. Not at the centre but nearer.
What twists and turns befall me; what adventures and difficulties will I face. Will I go the centre? Will the champagne cease?