Prostate cancer

Love Tree

Posted on 10 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

My Gift To You A poem about carers and the (often unrecognised) importance of their role in cancer survivorship. The poem is called My Gift to You– because friends who care and carers are apart of the gift we have been given the greatest gift of all life.   This timeless peaceful place Washed over me My
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Acorn cups

Posted on 4 April 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

    The acorn cups resonate with me, from the outside they are hard and ugly but those golden cups are the very heart of the tree  – they hold the seeds of her life together, until they fall and start again as we all do.   Mal, prostate cancer survivor
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Driftwood

Posted on 28 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

    The ‘rotten‘ light-weight form of this driftwood spoke to me of ‘not-knowing if the cancer is there – eating away at my inside‘.   Mal, prostate cancer survivor
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Dreams

Posted on 22 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

                                                                                                                                                                                                              Mal, prostate cancer survivor        
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LA5

Posted on 22 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

      LA5   So here I go Into the place Where dreams are Unable to flow   The lights are dim The machine set free Its power now Focused on me   It saps my strength It plays with my Mind It makes me sick Turns my stomach And makes me find The
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My Journey

Posted on 22 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

MY JOURNEY I sat in the consulting room With my red socks as company “It’s almost certain you have CANCER” Is what the doctor said to me. There are tigers; there are pussycats Mine is the aggressive kind On hearing this, my world collapsed I momentarily lost my mind I’d been SUPERMAN, personified Invincible –
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Diagnosis

Posted on 20 March 2018 by Sofia Vougioukalou

Diagnosis This poem is about a medical folder that was left on the side of the bed   I didn’t want to look I didn’t want to view The different scenarios That could come into view   Their lying there Upon the bed Daring me to open them To run around Inside my head To
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