Dancing With Cancer

Nae's Nest —  March 12, 2011 — 3 Comments


I seem to be entered into a horrible dance marathon that I want nothing to do with.  In fact, I do not see anyone in the marathon that wants to be here.

Dancing With Cancer

I grow depressed and tired

This monster started in my colon

It refuses to retire

It spread to my liver

Four tumors were taken

I can not take chemo

There was too much forsaken

Chemo feasted on my nerves

Making me handicapped

So I feel like a sitting duck

Waiting for cancer to attack

I am stuck Dancing With Cancer

It is true, though I wish it were a myth

It is partying throughout me

Soaring, growing and laughing with glee

Treatment I must search

I cannot procrastinate

Cancer will rid me

Joyfully it will assassinate

I can not allow it to win

It asks too high a price

To take me away my life

I need many prayers

It is in God’s hands

Asking for a miracle

The healing touch of His hand

by Renee Robinson

I hope you enjoy my blog. I share a journal I am keep depicting my ups and downs with my ongoing battle with cancer.  Mostly, I write poetry, short stories  and other musings.  I hope to draw  enough attention to be published.  I do not like to refer to it as my “dying” wish.  I think of it more as leaving a legacy for my children and grandchildren.  …NOT that I have given up and picking out my grave.  …FAR from that.  I think of it as a  “living legacy” and will also be something they can hold onto after I am gone.

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Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

3 responses to Dancing With Cancer


    Thank you for taking the time to ‘like’ one of my photographs!


    If I may, recently I was employed by the most horrible individual EVER born, And he was diagnosed with Stage 4 Metastatic Colon Cancer, I managed the store he owns, but I had a year before his diagnosis received my License as A Practical Nurse, and was present when the surgeon had found it and came to speak to his family. It was THE WORST diagnosis I think the surgeon had ever given, and I was sure he would NOT do well, Well that was a year and a half ago-he did the chemo, didnt get nauseous even ONCE did not lose one hair and he is probably healthier then me, and he is old enough to be my dad-if he can do it-you got this!


    Stay strong. Keep yourself surrounded with love. As the wife of a cancer survivor, I send you encouragement in your fight.

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