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Solitude No More

Writer's picture: Surviving Breast CancerSurviving Breast Cancer

By Lourdes D. Heras


These six-letter dreadful words I hear

In solitude’s embrace, in the shadow of darkness, I battle unseen, unheard.

Cancer you said?

This cruel touch, a relentless and silent one, has come into my temple.

Starting today after hearing the word, my nights and days are devoid of light, my heart, my heart, my mind.

I wage a war, obscured from sight.


No hand to hold, no comforting embrace, no I love you, No WE will beat this fight or be OK.

All I hear... is just whispered prayers in this empty space. 

In the depths of isolation, many fears in silence cross my mind. 

I dare not say, I dare not think of what it would be if …


I pick myself up and fight.

I love ME, I love YOU body.

In solitude, I become a soldier in the darkest of nights, keeping watch. 

You will be okay, I promise that!


Albeit, the endless nights, I walk this path alone.

My voice still echoes, a quiet drone. 

You will be okay, I promise that!


For in my struggle, I raise a plea, a cry for awareness, for all to see.

Again, can you see, can you please comfort me?

In this solitude, I scream and cry inside my mind.