I wrote A Cancer Chronicle between 2014, when I was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and 2016, when my recovery was complete and confirmed. The book was meant to reach me before Easter, but there were some delays. Last Sunday, when working with one of my writing groups, I saw the first hard copy of the book. A good friend had ordered a copy from Amazon and I was able to see it and sign it. My own copies arrived last Tuesday, late, but very welcome.
It is in the spirit of friendship and comfort that I offer these poems to any and all who, in their own turn, follow me on this long and difficult journey. Many forms of cancer can be beaten. Early diagnosis, good doctors and specialists, optimism in the face of difficulties, faith and belief, all these positive elements will help pull patients and fellow sufferers through the ordeal of diagnosis, treatment, and recovery.
I would like all sufferers to know that they are not alone, even on the darkest of nights. I would like them to know that others have walked this way before them and are there on the path ahead to offer their advice, comfort, and help. I call this A Cancer Chronicle because that’s what it is: the chronicle of one man’s journey from sickness back to health. My thanks go to all of those, too many to be named, who helped me along the way. I dedicate this book to them and to any who, like it or not, follow in my footsteps.
Pax amorque: may you all share peace and love.
A Cancer Chronicle is available online at Amazon.
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Thanks for the copy, Roger. A very fine read indeed.
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Thank you, John. You have been close enough to see all the changes and revisions. I think this is the best version. Just washing our fiddleheads … thank you so much!
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Margaret and I have spent the last hour catching up with your blog, especially the poetry. She’s also had some bad falls and empathizes with yours. Hope you’re doing well today!
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Falls are awful. I have had two this month. In the first one, my head hit the deck, literally, I was on the back porch, before I even knew I was falling. I tripped over one of the winter nails that had sprung up more than the others over the boards. It’s not just the fall and its damage: it’s the long term insecurity and continued fear of falling. A fall sure shakes your confidence.
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