Category: poetry
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When Cancer Enters the Family
When someone you love is diagnosed with late-stage cancer, language shifts.
Ordinary words—appointment, waiting room, prognosis—take on new gravity. Time bends. Conversations sharpen. Silences grow louder.
In Cancer Courts My Mother, LindaAnn LoSchiavo transforms that altered landscape into poetry that is intimate, unsparing, and profoundly human.
When Cancer Enters the Family
This is not a clinical account of illness.
It is a daughter’s reckoning.
A caregiver’s vigil.
A complicated love story between mother and child—layered with devotion, resentment, memory, humor, and the quiet tenderness that surfaces when the end approaches.
Across 25 poems, LoSchiavo gives voice to:
- The exhaustion of caregiving
- The ache of unresolved history
- The strange flashes of beauty inside sorrow
- The love that refuses to leave
Her poems do not look away. But they also do not surrender to despair.
Instead, they ask:
What does it mean to accompany someone to the threshold?
How do we hold grief and grace in the same hand?
What remains when words fail?
Why Readers Are Saying Yes
Readers and reviewers have described the collection as:
- “Candid and unflinching.”
- “A testament to complicated love.”
- “Tender without sentimentality.”
- “A lyrical exploration of resilience.”
The poems resonate because they speak to universal themes—loss, reconciliation, anger, hope, and the stubborn persistence of love—even as they remain deeply personal.
If you have ever:
- Managed medications and memories
- Struggled with unfinished conversations
- Loved someone through decline
You will recognize yourself here.
A Voice of Candor and Grace
LindaAnn LoSchiavo writes with clarity and restraint. Her lines are spare yet resonant. Her images—closets, gardens, corridors, dance-like metaphors of movement and stillness—carry emotional weight without excess.
There is sorrow here.
But also wit.
There is anger.
But also forgiveness.
And, perhaps most powerfully, there is presence.
Receive a Free Sample
If you’re curious about the emotional depth and artistry of this collection, we invite you to experience it for yourself.
Read a free sample of Cancer Courts My Mother and step into a poetic journey that honors both the fragility and the fierce beauty of love at the edge of loss.
✨ Inside the sample, you’ll discover:
- Selected poems from the collection
- A glimpse of LoSchiavo’s lyrical voice
- An intimate portrait of caregiving and connection
Let these poems accompany you—whether you are navigating illness, remembering someone you’ve lost, or simply seeking language for the complexities of love.
Get your free sample now and begin reading today.
Because sometimes poetry says what prose cannot.
And sometimes, when everything feels uncertain, a poem is the one steady thing left to hold.
View more at https://www.prolificpulse.com/lindaannloschiavo
A perfect tribute! Thank you!
World Cancer Day – February 4, 2026
As we enter World Cancer Day, how I wish this were a topic that we could just sweep under the carpet. Unfortunately, when faced with cancer, it’s unavoidable. It will not bring out a Pollyanna in me. It has had too strong an effect on my family and friends.
Therefore, pausing for thought for one full day becomes significant. What has cancer done to change our lives? What losses have we experienced? Is there any year that passes without your considering cancer as a potential cause for an ill feeling?
Cancer is sneaky. It worms its way into the body without invitation. I mean, last time I checked, I don’t recall asking it to visit my family members, yet here it came and did not want to leave. My sister had lung cancer. She had not smoked for years, realizing it was not serving her a purpose more important than life. Hearing she possessed this was unexpected.
Yes, it responded to treatment, including partial lung removal, chemotherapy, and radiation therapy. Despite all she went through, she had a positive demeanor, believing in believing. Technically, the treatment cured her. Her doctor told her it would be something else that would take her, not cancer. She could travel to Alaska from our home in North Carolina and spend time with her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. For this, I am grateful. And I cherish the time we had together before she moved to Alaska. She ended up with a few short years before she passed away. Her heart had spent enough time on earth.
Has cancer affected you? What is your story?
As a caregiver for more than one cancer patient, I wrote this poem, based on personal experience.
Hearts to Hands
As you lay in the hospital bed I was lost.
You were jaundiced, dying, and needing care.
You looked into my eyes:
“my feet are cold”
Gently placing my hands on your feet,
feeling the thin parchment like skin,
and observing the golden glow of jaundice.
Mixing Vaseline with hospital lotion,
then warming the mixture in my hands.
Massaging your soles, arches,
and rounding to the dorsum
such warm flows, energy exchanges.
Stretching each toe, kneading the pads, some pop.
Our smiling eyes connect as softness pervades.
Warming your fuzzy slippers on the heater,
scrunching and easing them on your warm, softened feet.
Just standing with hands on your covered feet,
having a private moment,
energy pouring from my hands and exchanging hearts.
How I wish that moment would heal you.
Even if a new day meant another treatment.
Each day is the chance to show you how much I love you.
I do and you love me too.
Words did not have to be said.
I knew it when you looked at me and said,
“my feet are cold.”
Previously published in Fine Lines Literary Journal
As depicted in this video, cancer is life “the thief in the night.” I would encourage you to view this and reflect.
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