Healing Right
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- 3 days ago
- 1 min read
By Shannon Malburg
Today
Margie walked in the door,
Saw me
and said:
“You’re still alive!”
(We hadn’t seen each other in over a year)
She came toward me,
all embodied surprise and joy
The biggest smile
(Everyone should be smiled at like that)
Held my shoulders out from her
in a pre-hug
And beamed at me
“I’m so glad” she said
“Good job”
(The words were a hug
As much as her arms were)
But it wasn’t until later
How this hit me
I felt proud of myself
Of my being-aliveness
In a way I hadn’t
Maybe
Ever?
But certainly not since cancer
When every intuition-steeped choice
Still yielded mixed results
Less than hoped outcomes
It’s back
It’s spread
Inching closer and closer
to un-aliveness
Disappointment
Disillusionment
Failure
Failure
Failure
Despair
But Yes!
Here I am
Still alive
Good job intuition
Good job body
Good job invisible forces
What a grace to feel proud of us
Even if it’s fleeting
A respite from the judgement
And shame
Of not healing
right
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