Cervical Screening Awareness Week - June 11-17, 2018 - Waiting for Results...

As we come to the close of Cervical Screening Awareness Week (CSAW), which commenced on Monday 11 June 2018, we are posting the poem, 'Waiting for results', which was first published by online poet 'Writing at the end of the Day' on 24 August 2016.

Soon to be published in the anthology 'My World', which is part of the 'At the end of the day' poetry anthology series, the poem highlights the importance of regular health screening as part of ongoing self care, and the emotional impact that health tests can have.

Organised by the charity Jo's Trust, Cervical Smear Awareness Week aims to highlight the importance, and encourage the uptake, of regular screening. The charity draws attention to the issues that sometimes prevent people from undertaking cervical screening and are working to help address these issues, so that everyone with a cervix has the confidence, and access, to take up their regular smear test as a vital part of their ongoing healthcare.

For more information, and access to support services and helpline details, please go to jostrust.org.uk/csaw or contact your doctor's office.

Trigger warning: This poem describes feelings of fear of loss, ill health and death. Please consider your personal well being before continuing further.

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For those accessing this piece by word reader, and unable to access the poem displayed in picture format, a text format version of this poem is available at https://writingattheendoftheday.blogspot.com/2016/08/waiting-for-results.html and is also repeated at the bottom of this page.

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If you have been affected by any of the issues raised in this piece, please consider whether you would benefit from accessing relevant support.

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Waiting for results

I don't care for me.

I care for the me that cares for you.

I care for you.

There are no words for how much I love you.

Only tears.

So many tears,

Of every shape and size.

I care for the you I could miss.

I care for the nights,

Like the last,

When you call for me,

To hug the nightmare away.

To hold you,

Until you feel calm again.

I care for the times when you catch my gaze,

To check that you are protected. I care for those moments,

When your eyes light at my smile,

Your face begins to glow,

And you run to throw your arms around me.

You run to me. You choose me.

I worry, That if I have to leave you, Then it might leave you, With a hole you cannot fill, And a loneliness you cannot shake. I do not want that for you. I do NOT want that for you.

Me? I worry that I may no longer,

Have the true, true, honour,

Of being your safe place,

Of being the cradle,

Where you rest your frantic heart. Your burning, bursting, heart.

I worry no one will love you, With this force of power, This depth, And width, And height. For it must mean something, Because, to me, it is everything.

Posted by Writing at the end of the day

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

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