Lymphoedema

By Anonymous

Lymphoedema, what is it?
It was wonderful to be ignorant
Before you knew what your lymph nodes were
Not understanding what it was
It rules your life, it dictates your life

Lymphoedema, what is it?
I don’t think they prepare you for it
There might be a little sentence in a leaflet

Questions, people asking questions
What’s that you’re wearing?
Have you always got to wear it?
Can’t they give you a tablet?
Oh no, not that question again
Or drain it, it’s so simple

Fatigued, a lot different to just being tired after a day at work
Why am I so tired?
Lots of people here will have other little issues
Big issues
A lot of the little issues become more significant together
People who haven’t got it don’t understand it
We only know if our Mums have been there

How would your swelling be if there wasn’t any treatment?
A lot of discomfort and pain
We’d be in danger wouldn’t we?

It wasn’t the fear of the cancer; it was the fear of lymphoedema
Lymphoedema is for life.

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