A NEW LIFE

When this is all over I’ll get back my life
As daughter, and sister, and Mother, and Wife.
I’ll claim back my body and think myself thin
And eat what I fancy and sometimes drink gin!
These months spent in waiting have seemed more like years;
All the anticipation, the hopes and the fears.
While this creature within me just grows day by day
And I watched it on scans, and I learned how to pray.

And I felt myself changing in body and mind
Some thought I’d gone crazy; most people were kind.
My mood swings were awful – I laughed and I cried
As I thought of the life form now growing inside.
It felt like a lifetime that I had to wait
When the Doctor decided he should operate.
Now the day has arrived, and I’m fully prepared –
I’m hopeful, and tearful, and happy – and scared.

When I wake up tomorrow, the alien out
Will there be a new life? Will I sing? Will I shout?
Can I pick up the threads of my life as before?
Will I be a new person – not me any more?
Now I’m getting quite sleepy and slipping away
Holding on to the hope of a brighter new day.
I’ll wake in the morning, my brain tumour gone.
And whatever this life holds, life will carry on.