Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Thyroid Cancer is a Cancer that forms in a gland called The Thyroid Gland. This is a tiny organ located at the base of the Throat. It functions to make hormones that control body temperatuee, blood pressure and even the heart rate. There are many types of Thyroid Cancer, two being Papillary and Medullary. There was just under 40,000 new cases of thyroid Cancer is America in 2008. Out of this, there was an astimated 1600 deaths. For more information
Go to Thyroid Cancer Wiki page.

Poems of Hope - Look To this Day

Look to this day -

For it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course

Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement

Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream

And tomorrow is only a vision;

And today well-lived, makes

Yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

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Tuesday, December 9, 2008


This is quite a simply poem, that is anything but complicated. Written over 100 years ago my Ann Lowell - who was a brilliant poet with a mind for picking up the simple things in life.

On a completely different subject. Do you know what Asymptomatic means? Many Cancers develop without ever showing any signs or symptoms, especially at the early stages of the disease. This is why regular check-ups for Cancer, Mammograms, Colonoscopies can help to find Early Cancer before the actual symptoms of Cancer start to appear. This makes the chances of Successful Cancer Treatment and a better chance of recovery. For more information on anything related to Cancer, go to the Glossary Section of The American Cancer Society - Now for the Poem.

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,

Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.


When Cancer Came To Call

There was no sign or warning
No writing on the wall
A day like any other …
When cancer came to call

It grew inside your body
A tumour, starting small
In time the doctor told you
That cancer came to call

I fight against the knowing
“It can’t be true,” I bawl
But I can’t mend you, though I try
For cancer came to call

The things I thought were certain
Seen in my “crystal ball”
Now lay, hopes dashed and broken
Since cancer came to call

I let go of my feelings
Let all my barriers fall
I must make my own journey
As cancer came to call

I work with my emotions,
The message from them all
Allows me my own healing,
Glad cancer came to call

A sense of peace comes on me
I am as one with all
My love for you is deeper
Now cancer came to call

And as my life moves forwards
I find I’m standing tall
My days are filled with meaning
Since cancer came to call

© 2008, Anne Orchard
Author: Their Cancer – Your Journey

You can find out more about Anne Orchard and her book -
'Their Cancer - Your Journey : A Traveller's Guide for Carers, Family and Friends' by going to Families Facing Cancer or go back to Poetry about Cancer


One has often heard the term Melanoma, especially since John Mcain ran for president and the issue of Skin Cancer and Melanoma kept cropping up. John McCain is a survivor of many things and one is Melanoma, a form of cancer that begins with Melanocytes(Cell that make pigment Melanin). It sometimes, but not always begins as a Mole – skin Melanoma – but can also start in other pigmented areas. There are over 60,000 new cases of Melanoma each year in the USA - with about 8,400 deaths. Melanoma is a very aggressive form of skin Cancer – for more information please go to the Melanoma Information Page of the National Cancer Institute.

Cancer is the enemy,
Cancer is no friend,
Cancer, Cancer smiles at me,
But it really wants my end,

Cancer came behind my back,
Reminding my of life,
Cancer is my enemy,
It fills my days with strife,

Cancer has to be annulled,
Cancer always lies.
Cancer, Cancer – stay away,
Your existence needs to die.

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Monday, December 8, 2008


Sickness, especially Cancer can take away our hope and leave us depressed and feeling low. This poem, written by the one and only Oscar Wilde, expresses the hope in life itself, even when Cancer or Sickness has hold of us. He points out the yellow buttercup, the nature surrounding him, the sense that all is at peace. Cancer tries to take ones peace, it forces one to think of sickness, hospitals and hopelessness. In many ways we must always remember that all any of us have is the here and now - and nature is the best way to remember that.

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good

Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.
Oscar Wilde

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