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Bev Cooper’s Poem “Tumour Tumult.”

TUMOUR TUMULT

The curves in our lives could be smooth and gentle ones that and you look forward to. Or they could be rocky with sharp edges that leave you feeling afraid, sad or tense. Change is constant. Sometimes you roll with it. Sometimes you resist it. Sometimes you create it. There are always the ups and downs. In 2001 I had a non-malignant brain tumor removed. I wrote the poem below when I first tried to deal with the shock that I had been diagnosed with a tumor.

TUMOUR TUMULT

Not suspected, a squatter set to claim my brain, is detected.

Taunted and haunted, I plummet into a pit of electrocuting nerves.

A panorama of fear veils my vision. I am here, but not here.

I shrink into myself. Eaten and beaten, I birth a beast of self-pity.

Then, jolted by the thumping of my heart, I bolt from my slump and silently scream, “Foil the Recoil!”

Shaken awake by my thoughts, I evict the muddle in my mind. Trees, lawn and lake filter into focus. Breath taken, I inhale splendor.

Hope emerges. Gratitude surges. A respect for each moment is born. I vow to nourish and cherish my now.

By Bev Cooper