by Instead of laying with cold machines
All day
I wish I were home with my little girl and keeping her warm on her sick day
I wish this day were my own
Fully mine
But Cancer grabs these hours
That I am trying to gather
To put together the best I can
To make it a life, nurturing and full
A mom with cancer
A Metastatic wife
An unemployed doctor
A writer with lament
Cobble up the identities
In a string
Looking for a little hope
In radiographic scans
Every ninety days
Stop and go
Limping along
Asking gods to grant me
Some more
A little more
To us
A mom with cancer
A Metastatic wife…
Left Boob Gone Rogue 
I am not living your life, but I have been along side you during this journey. I don’t know what to say to let you know that it has made a difference in the way I live my life.
Very sweet.
Uzma, I came accross your “open letter to cancer” in NY Times. I cried and laughed at the same time.
I wanted to thank you for that. I was just diagnosed last November and I am undergoing chemo right now. I am also fairly young – 37 and my younger is only 2. Your mention about your son and daughter touched me.I am happy you have a blog – I will read thru it to get more strengh and inspiration from you!
Thank you!
Hi Bhabhi, I can understand that along with everything, not being able to spend as much time with your kids as you want to can be hard. Just couple of such days hurt me, so I can barely fathom your agony. I wish and we all pray these days of fight against cancer are numbered and you can soon spend more time to things you like and love and be pain free. Love Hugs Prayers all coming your way !!!