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.

TOUCH AND SEE - CANCER POETRY - WRITINGS BY OSCAR WILDE

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

Who gets Cancer?

THINK OF CANCER - WITH LINKS ABOUT MOUTH AND THROAT CANCER

The snow outside makes me think of Cancer,
The moon at night makes me think of Cancer,
The stars so bright makes me think of Cancer,
It has taken you away.

The worried faces make me think of Cancer,
The sound of strangers make me think of Cancer,
The clouds above me make me think of Cancer,
It has taken you away.

Written by a grieving Brother...

CANCER LINKS
Smokers have a higher chance of getting Cancer of the Mouth and Throat. For more information on Cancer of the Mouth and Throat there are many resources on the Internet. Giving up the cigarettes and eating healthier will assure you of a much better chance of not getting Cancer.

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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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DECREASING YOUR RISK OF GETTING CANCER – POEM-HOPE IS A STRANGE INVENTION

If you don’t smoke you reduce your risk of getting cancer. Smoking DOES cause Cancer and if you smoke you have a good chance of getting Cancer. Smoking also increase your risk of being generally unhealthy. Find out more ways to reduce your risk of getting Cancer here.


Hope is a strange invention by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention
A Patent of the Heart
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own

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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 A BENIGN TUMOR - WITH A POEM ABOUT THE HEART AND HOPE

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.

STOP - DO YOU KNOW WHAT A BENIGN TUMOR IS?

A benign tumor is a tumor that lacks all three of the malignant properties of a cancer. Thus, by definition, a benign tumor does not grow in an unlimited, aggressive manner, does not invade surrounding tissues, and does not metastasize. Common examples of benign tumors include moles and uterine fibroids.

But still I think at eve you come to me
For old, delightsome speech of eye and lip,
Deeming our mutual converse thus to be
Fairer than archangelic comradeship;
Dearer our close communings fondly given
Than all the rainbow dreams a spirit knows,
Sweeter my gathered violets than the rose
Upon the hills of heaven.

Can any exquisite, unearthly morn,
Silverly breaking o'er a starry plain,
Give to your soul the poignant pleasure born
Of virgin moon and sunset's lustrous stain
When we together watch them ? Oh, apart
A hundred universes you may roam,
But still I know¬I know¬your only home
Is here within my heart!

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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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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.

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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.

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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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!

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Cancer is a desperate place to be.
Cancer never gives up.
It is there for the long fight.
It is the same as a boxer, who never gives up.
I must carry on fighting this Boxer because I have no where else to go.


ADRENAL CANCER
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I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WELL ENOUGH

The morning catapults me to fear,
But I am strong,
Strong enough to be well enough,
To see enough-to heal enough,
The morning knows me better than the night,
The stars have watched as I fight the pain,
But I am strong,
Strong enough to be well enough,
To see enough-to heal enough.

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CANCER WILL NEVER WIN - NEVER GIVE UP ON RECOVERY

The time has come,
Perfectly willing to accept that I am leaving,
This Cancer, this disease, this terror,
It has consumed all I got,
It has robbed me of my dignity,
And it will soon rob me of my life,
But it will never win.

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