Members
USD ^

No products in the basket.

Cancer Care Parcel Logo
Cancer Care Parcel Logo

No products in the basket.

For Everyone Touched By Cancer

Why I Wrote The Book: Dear God From Your Poached Egg Breast

Written by Alice Mpofu-Coles on 
11th August, 2019
Updated: 29th January, 2024
Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes

I always carry a journal in my bag wherever I am, traveling, visiting family or just going out for a coffee.

I then write whatever thoughts come into my mind and also what I see.  In 2007 I had come from London after having gone to protest with Action Aid about girls’ sanitary pads.  It had been a long day and had pain on my left arm.  I examined myself while lying in bed and found the inevitable, the unexpected, the worst nightmare – the lump.  I got into shock as it was a weekend, a Saturday, it was a long weekend before Monday came and I went to the doctor. Yes, I had breast cancer after several visits to the hospital.  I had two young daughters, 15 and 10 years. 

I was a widow who had arrived in the UK as a refugee in 2002.  I did not have any family.  Panick kicked in. 

In all this time I was writing things in my journals from the first day of finding the lump as much as I had I written about going to protest in London. 

My current living experiences was different as I had disadvantages, the intersectionality of race, gender, ethnicity, class and refugee all were playing a part on my identity.  

I had nobody to share with except friends and work colleague what I was going through.   

My journal became my sanctuary, and I was writing talking to God.  I had nobody as my four brothers, parents and husband had died within a space of 13 years. The deaths included my brother’s two little boys who were less than ten years and died a week apart. I knew death was now inevitable to me as the only child left in our family. Maybe this was how it was meant to be.  I was giving up slowly.  The chemotherapy, the medication caused many problems in my body, and I was living in the hospital than I was living at home.  My nerves were damaged.  While I was in the hospital after the reconstruction, I had a substantial period, bled so much that the doctors had to send me to the theatre to find out what was taking place. I had chronic pain from the reconstruction and also developed lymphodema.

I had good friends and one of them. Ruth came to visit me for a month to support me. 

She was honest to tell me that I was not dying of cancer but the mind. She was right; the load I was carrying from my past was presenting itself at this time when I was vulnerable.  I never had time to mourn all the 7 members of my family as I was busy burying them and organizing what was left behind.  I had woken up one day at 3 am and had decided I was not good enough as a human being, let alone as a mother like this.  I was hurting inside as a lot was happening, and I was not coping. I was in darkness.  I wanted to end it all.  I was saved by the television. That was my wake up call.  At 43 years, I had to sort myself out.

The journal became my buddy and my written conversation to God helped me to find my inner strength. 

My two daughters, Meme and Tadi, gave me a purpose to live.   With their so not perfect meals, sleeping on the floor in my bedroom ‘trying not to hurt my operation’ and their notes, kiss before they left school was the unconditional love I need.  The books I bought and read gave me one second, hour and a day to live. 

I went for a spiritual retreat and went for therapy – something which in Zimbabwe is not culturally appropriate.

I had developed lymphodema in my arm and was now wearing gloves.  I fought that so hard it disappeared.  The chronic pain that developed after the reconstruction, I managed it through exercise, meditation and prayer.  Now I go once every 6 months to have a Capsaicin patch and do not take pain killers. I always loved reading and made a pact with myself that I will buy a motivational book once a month (of course, a 2nd hand or cheaper).  I had a lot of what I called ‘excess baggage’ from my past life and decided I needed to put a light on myself.  I deleted phone numbers I did not need and the so-called ‘friends’ that existed only on the phone. I knew my triggers in life and took strides to emancipate myself.  I had stickers in the house to remind me that I was the love and that I had to illiminate that love. Today, there are stickers of different quotes that I write in my house when I read a book or attend a conference. Besides the toxic chemotherapy and the tamoxifen tablets, I had toxic impurities that I did not realize I carried in my body and mind that needed to come out. I also started studying with Open University while I was having treatment and did not stop until now I am doing my 2nd year PhD at the University of Reading. I have always been an activist, and continue to channel my energy to refugee disenfranchisement.

My late husband had died when I was 33 years.

My youngest daughter was less than 2 years. I was not lonely but I was alone in my life. When going through cancer it can be a very lonely place.  I am grateful I have good friends and also made good friends when I arrived in the UK.  It was time I gave love a chance.  I met my current husband through a mutual friend almost 9 years ago – a yellowbelly. He was not the least bothered about my scars.  We got married in 2015 and the poached egg breast behaved while dancing to Bruce Springsteen and Tina Turner.  Our children were our bridesmaids.

Breast cancer is not something that you can talk about easily in my black culture, worse if a breast is lost.

It becomes a stigma. I saw my aunt (mum’s sister) go through that in Zimbabwe when she was only 43 – refused treatment or a mastectomy.  I had also to make sure I write my book so that all those journals end up published.  If the book touches one person, then it would have saved one life. The book has an intimate chronology of my cancer experience and African innuendos that can make you laugh, and hence I write about how 'I am grateful for being diagnosed with breast cancer as I found the true me during that journey

After ten years of having the book on a memory stick, my husband decided it was time he did something. 

On Christmas day, he surprised me with the printed book (now available at Amazon) and my children took a video which they posted on twitter unknowingly of me which went viral on social media – the story certainly touched the world.

Further reading

Talking About Cancer

The Light at the End of the Cancer Tunnel: A Personal Story of Recovery

Three Little Words: The Diagnosis that made me a Better, Kinder Person

Related Posts

101 Different Names For Boobs – What Do You Call Yours?

My boobs are called Ant and Dec Not because they are different sizes but because I love them, just like I love the boys.  There has been many occasions when I have tried to squeeze into a black cocktail dress and Ant and Dec have been screaming at me “I’m a celebrity I’m falling the hell […]

Read More
Cancer Care Parcel Review From Just Average Jen's

Just Average Jen is an average woman who is actually anything but average! Check out Just Average Jen's review of our Luxury Breast Cancer Gift for Women for us. A snippet from Just Average Jen's Review: Should a company be selling items like this? Is it not profiting from the sick? This is a question that was raised amongst […]

Read More
Tips for Writing a Successful Cancer Blog

Share Your Cancer Story Through A Successful Blog With Cancer Care Parcel's Free Support. Start Your Impactful Journey Today!

Read More
Cancer Care Parcel Review From Mini Me & Luxury

We are very grateful to Mini Me & Luxury for reviewing our Comfort for Chemotherapy gift box

Read More
1 2 3 51
We strongly advise you to talk with a health care professional about specific medical conditions and treatments. The information on our site is meant to be helpful and educational but is not a substitute for medical advice.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

2 comments on “Why I Wrote The Book: Dear God From Your Poached Egg Breast”

Sign up for more information
I HAVE CANCER 
3 Days Of Tips For People With Cancer
MY FRIEND HAS CANCER
3 Days Of Tips To Help You Help Your Friend

MONTHLY NEWSLETTER
Newsletter For
Anyone Touched By Cancer
Sustainability Matters
Every purchase, big or small, has a footprint. But sustainability challenges don’t have a quick fix.
Organisation for Responsible Businesses.
Recycle
EcoFriendly
Cancer Care Parcel Ltd. Registered in England and Wales.
Trading Address: Highstone House, 165 High Street, Barnet, Herts. EN5 5SU, UK. Registered Office: 7a High Street, Barnet, Herts, EN5 5UE.
Company Number 14415197, VAT number is GB428826076,  EORI number is XI428826076000
SITEMAP
cartmagnifiercrosschevron-downquestion-circle