CANCER PATIENCE – WAITING LISTS - SURVIVAL RATES INCREASE

Nobody should have to wait to find out if they have Cancer or not. All waiting achieves is to increase the chance of the cancer spreading and the expense of the treatment. Waiting lists for Cancer needs to be exterminated – it makes no sense. Read an Article from The Daily Telegraph about the success of treating Lung Cancer when caught early. The UK Cancer survival Rate is the lowest in Europe? is it because the medical profession has learnt that catching and diagnosing Cancer is the best and perhaps most effective way of Cancer Treatment. Chemotherapy and all forms of Cancer Treatment are more effective when an early detection is made.

I WAIT FOR CANCER
I wait,
For Cancer,
I debate
With Cancer,
I stare
At Cancer,
I wait,
For Cancer.

I stand up,
To Cancer,
Cancer Patience,
Cancer anger,
I wait for Cancer,
I stare at Cancer.

More Writings on Cancer

POEMS OF HOPE – HOPE FILLED POETRY – CANCER POEMS

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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WHAT DOES ASYMPTOMOATIC MEAN WITH A SIMPLE PIECE OF WRITING

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, 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.

THE CANCER MEDICAL ENCYCLOPEDIA WITH A SPECIAL PIECE OF WRITING

Did you know - there are hundreds of different kinds of Cancer?
Did you know - some cancers have higher occurences in different geographical areas?
Did you know - Lung Cancer is the most common-cause of cancer-related death and it is mainly caused by SMOKING.
Did you know - Cancer can appear in almost any part of the body.
Go to the Cancer Medical Encyclopedia

This happens to be one of my favorite poems - enjoy.

Hope by Emily Bronte
Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!

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CELEBRITIES WHO DIED OF CANCER -

There are many famous people who died of Cancer and Cancer-related illnesses. Here is a link to famous people who died of smoking related cancers. It is quite scary and shocking to see so many talented people taken from us by Cigarettes and Cancer. Most were young, all had given alot to the world. It shows Cancer is no respecter of who you are or what you do. Cancer kills - full stop. Celebrities who Died of Cancer

This is a wonderful poem about a wonderful thing - HOPE.

Hope by Friedrich von Schiller
We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now again it is young,
But "The better" 's forever the word on the tongue.

At the threshold of life hope leads us in--
Hope plays round the mirthful boy;
Though the best of its charms may with youth begin,
Yet for age it reserves its toy.

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EXTREMELY RARE FORMS OF CANCER - HEART CANCER

It may shock or surpise people that there is such a Cancer as Heart Cancer. Heart Cancer is very, very rare and thankfully, most cases are benign. Other forms of Cancer can indirectly effect the Heart, and even some forms of Treatment can take its toll on the heart valves and muscles, but Heart Cancer itself is very, very, rare. Go here for more Information on Heart Cancer Homepage

As the Heart Hopes by Lucy Maud Montgomery

It is a year dear one, since you afar
Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight¬
A wondrous year! perchance in many a star
You have sojourned, or basked within the light
Of mightier suns; it may be you have trod
The glittering pathways of the Pleiades,
And through the Milky Way's white mysteries
Have walked at will, fire-shod.

You may have gazed in the immortal eyes
Of prophets and of martyrs; talked with seers
Learned in all the lore of Paradise,
The infinite wisdom of eternal years;
To you the Sons of Morning may have sung,
The impassioned strophes of their matin hymn,
For you the choirs of the seraphim
Their harpings wild out-flung.

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CANCER POEMS WITH INFORMATION ON TREATMENT FOR METASTATIC CANCER

TREATMENTS FOR METASTATIC CANCER - INFORMATION
Treatment is generally determined by how a cancer has spread, or indeed, if it has spread at all. If it has sppread to other parts of the body, it may decrease the patients chance of recovery, But this is not always the case. Radiosurgery; chemotherapy and hormone therapy are just some of the ways of treating it. Metastatic Cancer can rarely be cured, although some tumors like Testicular Cancer can sometimes be. Please go to the Wiki Page for Metastasize - and read more.

Lively Hope and Gracious Fear by William Cowper

I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

But God hath breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above
Wings such as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

With these to Pisgah's top I fly
And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me,
The length and breadth of all the plain
As far as faith can see.

How glorious is my privilege!
To Thee for help I call;
I stand upon a mountain's edge,
O save me, lest I fall!

Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at His word,
And none shall cast me down.

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WHAT IS CANCER - WHO GETS IT AND WHY - WITH A POEM ABOUT HOPE BY JOHN McCRAE

The Hope Of My Heart by John McCrae

I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
I prayed that God might have her in His care
And sight.

Earth's love was false; her voice, a siren's song;
(Sweet mother-earth was but a lying name)
The path she showed was but the path of wrong
And shame.

"Cast her not out!" I cry. God's kind words come --
"Her future is with Me, as was her past;
It shall be My good will to bring her home
At last."

WHAT IS CANCER - WHO GETS IT AND WHY?
Cancer (medical term: malignant neoplasm) is a class of diseases in which a group of cells display uncontrolled growth (division beyond the normal limits), invasion (intrusion on and destruction of adjacent tissues), and sometimes metastasis (spread to other locations in the body via lymph or blood). These three malignant properties of cancers differentiate them from benign tumors, which are self-limited, do not invade or metastasize. Most cancers form a tumor but some, like leukemia, do not. The branch of medicine concerned with the study, diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of cancer is oncology.

Cancer may affect people at all ages, even fetuses, but the risk for most varieties increases with age.[1] Cancer causes about 13% of all deaths.[2] According to the American Cancer Society, 7.6 million people died from cancer in the world during 2007.[3] Cancers can affect all animals.

Nearly all cancers are caused by abnormalities in the genetic material of the transformed cells. These abnormalities may be due to the effects of carcinogens, such as tobacco smoke, radiation, chemicals, or infectious agents. Other cancer-promoting genetic abnormalities may be randomly acquired through errors in DNA replication, or are inherited, and thus present in all cells from birth. The heritability of cancers are usually affected by complex interactions between carcinogens and the host's genome. New aspects of the genetics of cancer pathogenesis, such as DNA methylation, and microRNAs are increasingly recognized as important.

For more information go to - The Wikipedia Cancer Page
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COLON CANCER LINKS - WITH A POEM BY ANNE BRONTE

WHAT IS COLON CANCER?
Colon cancer is the cancer of the colon or Large Intestine, which is in the lower half on the disgestive system. About 120,000 people are diagnosed with Colon Cancer each year in America. Regular checks can help detect it at an early stage before it becomes Cancerous. For more information on - Click on the link for more information on Colon Cancer


Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope by Anne Bronte

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.

Well, let them seize on all they can: --
One treasure still is mine, --
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine.

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CANCER DICTIONARY WITH A POEM ABOUT HOPE - THE NATIONAL CANCER INSTITUTE

Before or after you read this wonderful poem about hope, please go to the 'Dictionary of Cancer Terms' to find out about all forms of Cancer. Whether it be words or phrases like halofuginone hydrobromide, Halsted radical mastectomy or to find out signs and symptoms of all types and levels of Cancer, this website from the National Cancer Institute is a must for all people to browse through. Knowledge is a great asset when it comes to Cancer and Cancer Treatment. The National Cancer Institute is there to help. It has almost any fact you need to know about all forms of Cancer. It is the goverments official body for Cancer. Go to National Cancer Institute Homepage

Since Thou Hast Given Me This Good Hope, O God by Robert Louis Stevenson

SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
From day to day, and night to night, O God,
My life shall no wise miss the light of love;
But ever climbing, climb above
Man's one poor star, man's supine lands,
Into the azure steadfastness of death,
My life shall no wise lack the light of love,
My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;
But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,
And day by day, unto my last of years,
I shall be one that has a perfect friend.
Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,
And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.

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CANCER POETRY WITH INFORMATION ON BREAST CANCER TREATMENT

A SHADY FRIEND
A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.

The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise!
So notelessly are made!

BREAST CANCER TREATMENT
Breast cancer is a disease in which malignant (cancer) cells form in the tissues of the breast which is made lobes and ducts. It has blood vessels and lymph vessels.

. The lymph vessels carry an colorless fluid - Lymph

. Lymph vessels lead to organs called lymph nodes.

. Lymph nodes are small bean-shaped structures that are found throughout the body.

For more go to the - Breast Cancer Treatment section of Cancer.Gov
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THERAPEUTIC WRITING - DOES IT WORK?

So, can writing or reading be a form of Therapy? - who knows? what I do know is Poetry and Writing have made hard times that much easier. Words can comfort, they always have and they always will. Mostly, we live our lives through books, whether we know it or not. If we have religious beliefs we more than likely got them from a Book. If we went to college or University, we learnt almost all we know from a book. Words are very powerful, especially when we are looking for a deep comfort or understanding, that is why Cancer Poems will work. Because words are a huge part of it. It is comfort and wisdom through words when people need that the most.

You can find out alot about Cancer by going toNorthern California Cancer Center

This is a sort of humorous poem, but one I find lightens the heart.

THE HARLOT'S HOUSE - by: Oscar Wilde
E caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.

The took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.

Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."

But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.

Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.

CANCER POEMS – WISDOM-COURAGE-STRENGTH PROVERBS

The smoothest way is full of stones.

The truly rich are those who enjoy what they have.

Confidence is half of victory.

Take the bitter with the sweet.

Each day provides its own gifts.

Make love, not war.

Time heals all wounds.

Good weight and measure, are heaven's treasure.

If you desire many things, many things will be seem but a few.

If things are not as you wish, wish them as they are.

The AMERICAN CANCER SOCIETY has information and advice for everything connected to Cancer. It is well worth visiting their site and having a look around. It is full of information on ALL TYPES OF CANCER, treatments, support groups, and statistics related to Cancer.

CANCER POETRY - RUNNING NEAR THE EDGE OF A CLIFF

CANCER TREATMENT
Do you or a family member find it hard to go through Cancer Treatment? Cancer Treatment can be very, very, very, difficult. That is why the American Cancer Society has a bulk of information and support. Go to the AMERICAN CANCER SOCIETY information page and see for yourself. Chemotherapy and Radiotherapy information, as well as a whole host of others information can be got at this great Cancer Site.

CANCER POEMS - RUNNING NEAR THE CLIFF EDGE
I was walking by the road,
That lead me to a hill,
I climbed the hill to find a cliff,
Where I could walk alone,

The sky was blue like years before,
My mind was clear – at ease,
This Cancer that controlled my life,
Has set me body free,

I ran among the whitened clouds
That ran above the sea,
I felt the warmth of Gods love
Inside the pain in me,

The sky was blue like years before,
My mind was clear – at ease,
This Cancer that controlled my life,
Had set my body free.

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THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

This is a poem that transcends hope and peace. W.B.Yeats was one of the greatest poets of all time, and his poems bring nothing but hope.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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HOPE IS A THING WITH FEATHERS - CANCER WRITING AND INFORMATION

Cancer is one of the worlds Greatest Killers, just the very word 'Cancer' can send shivers through anyones body. Some Cancers are obviously more aggressive than others, but all are serious and all require serious treatment. Preventive measures are very important, including saying 'NO' to smoking. Exercise and eating well can do the body a whole lot of good. If you want information on the facts and figures of cancer go to 2008 Cancer Facts and Figures and read. It is estimated more than seven million people will die this year because of Cancer - this is a sad statistic that should not be a reality.

HOPE IS A THING WITH FEATHERS - EMILY DICKINSON
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Writing through Cancer is an amazing site that gives a prompt each month in order to write poetry or essays in relation to one’s experience with Cancer.

'It is designed for those of you whose lives have been touched by cancer. Each week, I'll post a writing prompt designed to inspire you to write from your experience of cancer. Each prompt will be available on the site for one month'

I HIDE MYSELF FROM CANCER - FEAR OF SICKNESS

CANCER OF THE UTERUS
Approximately 6000 women in the UK develop endometrial cancer each year. The exact cause of womb cancer is not yet known. It most commonly occurs in women between the ages of 50 and 64 and after the menopause. Womb cancer rarely affects women under 40...to read more go to... Cancer Back-up

Hide away,
Hide away,
Hide away.

Run away,
Run away,
Run away.

Hide away,
Hide away,
Hide away.
It’s going to be ok.

WHAT IS CANCER - SIMPLE TERMS
Cancer is a term used to describe a group of illnesses all having certain common characteristics, including an over-growth of cells which forms a tumour. Tumours cause medical problems either directly by pressing on and damaging other nearby organs or indirectly by breaking off and invading other distant tissues and organs. Read more Cancer Writing - and go to our homepage.

GRATITUDE FOR BEING ALIVE – A GRATEFUL HEART IS A HOPEFUL HEART

Before you read this wonderful poem - have you ever heard of Pseudomyxoma Peritonei ?. Probably not. You can find out about this rare, slow growing cancer of the appendix by going to the CANCER BACK UP SITE. All cancers can be killers and it is good to have information on all of them. A quick diagnosis is the surest way to save lives from any Cancer. Enjoy the poem.

Little I ask; my wants are few;
I only wish a hut of stone,
(A very plain brown stone will do,)
That I may call my own;
And close at hand is such a one,
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

Plain food is quite enough for me;
Three courses are as good as ten;
If Nature can subsist on three,
Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
I always thought cold victual nice;
My choice would be vanilla-ice.

I care not much for gold or land;
Give me a mortgage here and there,
Some good bank-stock, some note of hand,
Or trifling railroad share,
I only ask that Fortune send
A little more than I shall spend.

Honors are silly toys, I know,
And titles are but empty names;
I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,
But only near St. James;
I'm very sure I should not care
To fill our Gubernator's chair.

Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin
To care for such unfruitful things;
One good-sized diamond in a pin,
Some, not so large, in rings,
A ruby, and a pearl, or so,
Will do for me; - I laugh at show.

My dame should dress in cheap attire;
(Good, heavy silks are never dear;)
I own perhaps I might desire
Some shawls of true Cashmere,
Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.

I would not have the horse I drive
So fast that folks must stop and stare;
An easy gait - two forty-five
Suits me; I do not care;
Perhaps, for just a single spurt,
Some seconds less would do no hurt.

Of pictures, I should like to own
Titians and Raphaels three or four,
I love so much their style and tone,
One Turner, and no more,
(A landscape, - foreground golden dirt,
The sunshine painted with a squirt.)

Of books but few, - some fifty score
For daily use, and bound for wear;
The rest upon an upper floor;
Some little luxury there
Of red morocco's gilded gleam
And vellum rich as country cream.

Busts, cameos, gems, such things as these,
Which others often show for pride,
I value for their power to please,
And selfish churls deride;
One Stradivarius, I confess,
Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess.

Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,
Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;
Shall not carved tables serve my turn,
But all must be of buhl?
Give grasping pomp its double share,
I ask but one recumbent chair.

Thus humble let me live and die,
Nor long for Midas' golden touch;
If Heaven more generous gifts deny,
I shall not miss them much,
Too grateful for the blessing lent
Of simple tastes and mind content!

INFORMATION ON IRISH CANCER SOCIETY - PLUS POEM BY EUGENE O'NEILL

The Goals of the Irish Cancer Society in Ireland, is to lead the way in creating an excellent service for Cancer Patients in Ireland. Prevention, early detection and cutting waiting times for vital tests and various research will be of the utmost importance.

A very high priority for the Irish Cancer Society is the implementation of a vigorous campaign on 'No Smoking', especially for young people and teenagers who get hooked early on and find it difficult to give it up at a later date, thus increasing the risk of Lung Cancer and other Cancers related to smoking. Information on Cancer is also made readily available to any Irish citizen as well as a host of resources and services including excellent hospital care, community based nursing and hospice services. Click for more information on The Irish Cancer Society


WRITING AND POETRY
This poem is a poem of Hope and Beauty. It tells us that the good days do come back, especially if we have hope. We need always keep hope close to our hearts.

FREE – EUGENE O’NEILL
Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd,
Pining for wild sea places where the soul may think aloud.
Fled is the glamour of cities, dead as the ghost of a dream,
While I pine anew for the tint of blue on the breast of the old Gulf Stream.

I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame;
I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame;
But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,
Where the rainbows play in the flying spray,
'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

Then it's ho! for the plunging deck of a bark, the hoarse song of the crew,
With never a thought of those we left or what we are going to do;
Nor heed the old ship's burning, but break the shackles of care
And at last be free, on the open sea, with the trade wind in our hair.

From Ireland?
Please visit the THE IRISH CANCER SOCIETY and find out about all things related to Cancer in Ireland, including Treatment, Prevention, Fundraising and much more.

CANCER DID NOT LIE - WITH INFORMATION ON BOWEL CANCER

Bowel (colorectal) cancer is cancer of the colon or rectum, and it comes from the cells that line the bowel. The small bowel is strikingly free from cancer risk, and almost all bowel cancers arise in the larger bowel. In many cases Bowel Cancer is Treatable. For more general information, please go to Net Doctors Information on Bowel Cancer page.

CANCER DID NOT LIE - POETRY
Quantam Physics makes sense,
Cancer did not.
Disney land made sense.
Cancer does not.
Nucluer Fusion made sense.
Cancer does not.
It is senseless.
Mindless and evil.

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