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Revising, re-seeing, re-living with metastatic breast cancer

Rustic door opens to the sea

So, when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I dove into poetry, where I could process the many emotions surrounding my diagnosis. The poem-writing process invites me to hold space for my sadness and grief while simultaneously offering freedom and a sense of control. Writing poems is like standing in a doorway. It’s a space of infinite possibility, and I get to choose which way to go, which image to use, or how to fill the blank space. Images ground the moment, opening a safe way into my murky subconscious. Then I choose specific language and use line breaks and stanzas to process, translate, and shape difficult emotions.

Over the years, I’ve realized that I cannot wait for the muse to bless me with the perfect metaphor, so I write every day. I picked up a new way of writing poems from U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón. She talks about writing poems in “batches.” Sometimes these “batches” of poems are borne from sounds, sometimes images. I often start a poem with an image, a picture with words.

In a poem about the time before my radical right-breast mastectomy, I have been exploring the moment when the surgeon—doused in heavy cologne—took out a black Sharpie and started to carelessly draw all over my body. Meanwhile, on the other side of a curtain, another surgeon talked to a man about his loose, wobbly teeth. In my poem, I envision a world for both of us. While under anesthetic, we meet and hold hands to let each other know that we understand and recognize each other. At the end of the poem, however, there is no map for life after surgery.

Writing poetry helps me to cope and process. A poem’s placement on the page and its use of line breaks and stanzas mirrors how the psyche works. A line starts and then breaks in the middle of a thought which is a bit like how grief and even joy work. And a poem uses breath, especially in the cadence of language, and space, in and around a poem. In my recent work, I am experimenting with new ways to place words on the page to create meaning and offer space for silence. In a new poem, I join words together to reflect how we subconsciously harm each other and how suffocating that feels (walkonsomethingwithoutpermissiontramplesomeoneelse’slonelyplowforwardwithout asking). Notice, what comes up for you after you read this line.

In Overexpressed Asks, I ask women living with metastatic breast cancer (MBC) to use a metaphor to describe their MBC journey. They write:

It’s a tightrope walk;

a roller coaster;

a path through the wilderness that I once used to backpack – at times steep, exhausting, muddy, slippery, stormy, unrelenting – at times the surroundings are so beautiful and precious that it simply takes my breath away.

A metaphor is a figure of speech in which you compare two unlike things: A is B. The transformative power of the metaphor is the mind’s ability to create C, a new way of seeing. “Thirteen Ways of Looking at Metastatic Breast Cancer” uses the metaphor to radically transform how I live with MBC.

As a poet, I am constantly revising. Even the poem featured here has been revised. Revision is crucial because it invites me to re-see a poem, which also translates into my own life. I constantly prune and mold, cut and add, revisit, and listen deeply. This practice invites me to intentionally connect with the language, notice the beauty and wonder of the world around me, and open me up to more than I thought possible.


Thirteen Ways of Looking at Metastatic Breast Cancer (Revised)

I. Occupied country, ragged from war.
II. Patched and painted ceiling
repair, starting to leak again,


III. Sealed but never sent
love letter.
IV. Teenager’s messy bedroom
floor, covered with candy wrappers,

dirty t-shirts, paintbrushes,

and half-read books.

V. Avenue of unfixed potholes.
Shambles of echoes.
VI. Two open cupped hands.
VII. Rough, calloused fingers
rubbing a child’s small smooth


VIII. White square Post-It Note
folded into an origami heart.
IX. Empty summer hammock.
X. Spot-the-Difference game
with only 19 of 25 clues found.
XI. Perfectly fitted taffeta
dress with deep side pockets.
XII. Mourning dove’s goodbye or hello song
sounding through its skin.
XIII. 5:00 am: bird scuttle outside.
5:33 am: silence, gratitude, dawn.

Jenny's current reading list

If you want to read more poetry, Jenny shares her recommendations of recent releases from contemporary artists:



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