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Poetry for Healing: Write Your Way Through Cancer
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Voice of the Heart: Using Poetry as a Tool for Healing

I won’t pretend this is easy. But I will promise this: your voice can hold you when the ground feels like it’s falling away.

A Moment That Changes Everything

Sandy Duarte, author of Cancer Ramblings, sat in a small hospital room and heard the words no one wants to hear. She gave herself “exactly 24 hours” to let the grief crash through—then something shifted. A new question rose: “Why not?” She writes that it “wasn’t an answer. It was an invitation.” An invitation to meet the same hard facts with a different kind of courage and a clearer story about who she could be inside the storm .

From there, she did not pretend nothing had happened. She listened to her body. When quiet felt heavy, she started to write. Writing became a way to stay anchored, to make sense of chaos, and to keep her heart purposeful in the middle of treatment. As she walked laps with her “chemo-friend” on wheels, the words “begging to be shared” spilled onto the page. “I am not a writer. But I had to write.” .

A friend who wrote the foreword sends a wish to every reader: “Let the writing that was her lifeline become your light line.” That’s the heart of this blog: to pass you the same lifeline, line by line .

Why “Why Not?” Frees Your Voice

Sandy calls “Why not?” her pivot from victim to warrior. Those two words brought back her inner flame and opened the door to both acceptance and transcendence. “There’s always a choice. Even in the dark.” When she stepped out of the circle of “why me?” and into “why not,” she found a new stance—one that let her see cancer as a teacher. Not a gentle one. But a teacher that asked for deep listening, fierce love, and brave trust .

In her own words, acceptance looked like this: “This is what it is. Cancer… my new lesson… my new teacher.” From there, she felt herself move beyond the fear and start to “dream within your nightmare.” That’s where hope, possibility, and a fearless will to live begin to glow again .

This is the quiet power inside Cancer Ramblings: you can’t always choose the storm, but you can choose your stance. “Why not?” becomes a small lamp you can carry in a dark hallway—and when that choice meets the page, poetry happens.

Why Poetry Helps When Nothing Else Can

Poetry is not about perfect lines or fancy words. It’s about telling the truth in short, honest bursts—like breath. During chemo, Sandy wrote raw fragments that spiraled and paused and reached for light. That shape matters. Healing isn’t a straight line. It’s a spiral—feeling, resting, reaching, returning. Poetry fits the spiral because it lets you:

  • Say the unsayable in small, true pieces.
  • Slow your breathing and feel your body soften.
  • Name the fear and sit beside it, not inside it.
  • Find beauty again—yes, even in a hard, sterile room.

Sandy noticed how her mindset influenced her body’s strength. Her doctors were impressed by her resilience during strong chemotherapy. She believes supporting her body with a grounded mind helped her bounce back, and that this inner shift—from surviving to glowing from the inside out—was part of her physical, emotional, and spiritual healing. Poetry and journaling were woven through that shift .

Poetry From the Frontlines of Healing

Cancer Ramblings wasn’t written after the storm. It was written mid-storm. As Sandy says, it was “written during my six rounds of chemotherapy,” unfolding “in real time” with raw honesty and a fighter’s spirit. It is “poetry from the frontlines of healing,” and it shows how words can help you feel, release, and rebuild when life feels like too much .

Sandy is an award-winning actress and Stage 4 non-Hodgkin lymphoma survivor who now brings that same courage to wellness practices like yoga, breathwork, and sound bathing. But at the center of it all is the voice: yours, learning to trust itself again .

The Golden Nugget: Write Toward the Light

There’s a simple practice Sandy shares called “Write to the Light.” Imagine your highest, most loving self—wise, kind, brave—sitting across from you. Write to that person. Let them write back. When the darkness feels heavy, this practice shifts your attention from pain to the power inside you. It doesn’t ignore fear; it listens to a stronger truth that can carry you forward .

Try it tonight for five minutes. Ask, “What do I need right now?” Let Light-You answer in plain words, like a best friend would.

Four Gentle Practices to Make Poetry Your Healing Tool

These are for anyone—patients, survivors, caregivers, and clinicians who want more heart in the room.

1) The 24‑Hour Truth Window

When big news lands, allow a full day to feel it. Cry. Rage. Sleep. Stare. Pray. Sandy did this, then chose “Why not?” as her next step. This isn’t denial—it’s direction. After your 24 hours, write one line that points forward: “Why not ask for help?” “Why not believe in my healing?” Then take one small action that matches your line .

Steps:

  • Set a timer for 24 hours.
  • Let yourself feel without fixing.
  • When time’s up, choose one brave line and one tiny action.

2) Write to the Light

Keep it to a page. Keep it honest. Use it anytime fear gets loud. This practice builds inner trust and supports the mind–body healing Sandy describes: a steadier mind, a calmer body, a stronger spirit .

Prompt to start:

  • “Dear Light, I’m scared of _____. Remind me what is still true.”

3) Love Chants

When your mind spirals, Sandy repeats one soft word: “love, love, love.” Whisper or hum it. Slow your breath. Let your nervous system hear that you mean it. Over time, this clears the noise and brings you back to center. It’s simple and powerful, especially on rough days .

How to do it:

  • Sit or lie down.
  • One hand on heart, one on belly.
  • On each exhale, whisper “love” three to five times for two minutes.
  • Notice what softens.

4) SOS Letter (for you or for someone you love)

Sandy wrote an “S.O.S.” rambling to reach anyone who felt alone—herself included. Start with, “I don’t know what to write, but I need to write to you.” Keep going until you feel a little less alone. Your words can remind you that isolation lies; connection is real .

Starter lines:

  • “I don’t know how this ends, but right now I need…”
  • “If you’re reading this, remember…”
  • “You are not alone because…”

How to Write a Healing Poem (Even If You’ve Never Written Before)

  • Keep it tiny. Three lines is enough.
  • Start with the body. One feeling, one sensation. “My chest is tight, but my breath still moves.”
  • Use simple words. Write like you talk to a child you love.
  • Add one image from nature. “The sun found my window.”
  • End with a choice. “Today I choose rest.” or “Today I choose to try.”

Example:

  • Morning IV.
  • The beeping is a metronome.
  • I breathe to its beat and call it hope.

If your mind feels crowded, write in lists: “What hurts. What helps. What I can do in the next hour.” Poems can be lists. The point is truth, not polish.

What to Do on Hard Days

  • Let a setback be a setback. There were weeks when Sandy couldn’t get out of bed. She didn’t shame herself. Rest became part of healing. When strength returned, she recommitted with more compassion. That rhythm—rest and return—keeps you human and whole .
  • Use one‑inch goals. “Drink water. Text one friend. Write three lines.”
  • When you want proof, remember this: learning about the brain’s ability to adapt gave Sandy permission to believe that mindset matters. She saw how belief and self-talk supported her body’s healing, right down to encouraging a struggling lung with love and patience. It affirmed that healing is holistic—mind, body, and spirit working together .
  • Talk kindly to your body. Sandy spoke to her lungs. You can speak to your heart, your nerves, your tired bones. Whether you name it science or spirit, gentler words change your inner weather—and sometimes your outcomes .

For Caregivers and Clinicians

  • Offer a “poetry pause.” Two minutes. One prompt: “Right now, I feel…” Let the patient speak or write. No fixing. Just listening.
  • Reflect back one true line you heard. “You said, ‘I’m tired but determined.’ I hear the courage in that.”
  • Create a Light Wall. Invite short lines of hope from patients and families. Line by line, the room changes.

A physician who is also a Stage 3 cancer thriver read Cancer Ramblings and said the words “resonated and fuelled my heart,” and she wished to share it with patients and colleagues. Fuel hearts. Free voices. That’s the work here .

Questions People Ask

  • What if I’m not a “writer”?
    Sandy says, “I am not a writer. But I had to write.” You don’t need perfect sentences to tell the truth. If a sentence feels heavy, use one word per line. Honest beats fancy—always .

  • What if writing makes me cry?
    Tears are release, not failure. Write for five minutes, then place a hand on your heart and repeat “love, love, love.” Let your breath slow. This simple ritual calms the system after strong feelings rise .

  • What should I do with what I write?
    Keep it, burn it, or share a single line with one trusted person. If one line shines, add it to a “Light List” for scan days and sleepless nights. You’re building your own inner handbook—your lifeline, line by line. The foreword’s hope holds here: “Let the writing that was her lifeline become your light line.”

  • How does this help long‑term?
    It builds trust—trust in your voice, your choices, and your ability to meet hard days with honesty and hope. As Sandy’s core message says, “Cancer didn’t break me… you can turn pain into purpose.” Choosing “Why not?” is the first, small, steady step .

A Story to Carry With You

In the middle of treatment, Sandy wrote a note that could be for all of us: you are not alone. She pictured readers breathing with her, feeling the same pulse of life, and trusting that isolation is a trick of the dark. Even with the quiet drip of chemo and a room that hummed with machines, she felt a small, stubborn hope—and she passed it on through her words .

Here’s why I trust Cancer Ramblings: it isn’t theory. It was born in the chair, in the noise, in the ache. It honors the body, respects the spirit, and trains the mind to look for light without denying the dark. It’s a poet’s heart with a fighter’s spirit, inviting your voice to join the healing chorus .

Take one page tonight. One breath. One line. Then another. If you need a place to start, borrow Sandy’s brave question and make it your own: “Why not?” Why not write your way back to yourself? “There’s always a choice. Even in the dark.”

Love is here. Your voice is ready. And your words can become your light.