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Tawny's Journey

Cancer thriver trying to live my best life with as many smiles as I can. Still fighting the fight, I was diagnosed in 2017, waiting to hear the words, your in remission.

Until then I hope to continue to spread awareness about this journey, even the messy parts. When I was diagnosed I dove into my love of art. I needed to create to save me. As each day is it's own. From the Lymphedema, Neuropathy, Seizures, PTSD and the memory issues... I've learned to take each day as it comes and do the best that I can in the day I was given. Day by day...

To the days I forget everything.

 

My words started to escape me

My places and times started playing tricks on me

Objects became objects without names

And I lost names to faces I see on a daily

My favorite songs I sing along misplaced lyrics just make me hum along

Missed spelling and back words writing

Ive walk into rooms to question why I walked into them

That stare that makes me look dazed

Chemo related they said

The fight that I keep fighting

Fights me back

But I am stronger then my weakest self

I might not remember my words

I might end up someplace

To have to back track

And the cup I keep forgetting it's name

I might have to find you a new one

Those of you that I can't remember your name

Your face will be stained in me forever

The music that feeds me

If I had no tongue

Humming would be my lyrics

The vocabulary and back words writing

Fuck you

I'm still going to write

And I'm not the only one to walk in a room to back track

Stop

Dazed because my brain waves created peaks to high to ride

This fight I fight

Far more easier then the fight

I fight inside

But it's the fighter that keeps surprising me

Words escape me

ere.

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