Michelle Ford
27 Years Old
Studies at Mt. San Antonio College
Goals: Writing a book about my life, starting my own foundation, becoming a psychologist working with cancer patients.
Diagnosed with a rare neuroendocrine cancer April 20, 2006, a metastatic Paraganglioma. I've had 28 surgeries since my diagnoses. Now I'm trying to get back to my way of life before the cancer. Thanks for all of your support. Praise the Lord!
Studies at Mt. San Antonio College
Goals: Writing a book about my life, starting my own foundation, becoming a psychologist working with cancer patients.
Diagnosed with a rare neuroendocrine cancer April 20, 2006, a metastatic Paraganglioma. I've had 28 surgeries since my diagnoses. Now I'm trying to get back to my way of life before the cancer. Thanks for all of your support. Praise the Lord!
"Slow Dance"
[This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor.]
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor.]
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.