There is no poetry in breast cancer, except to closely observe how she deals with it - incredibly courageous, with no drama. If I were to take her place, I would be a crumpled heap in the corner full of self-pity. Not her. She is the living embodiment, someone who simply shows courage in the awfulness of chemo, the toxins that make her feel constantly ill. Courage is not the absence of facing up to the dread of the next treatment. She lives, breathes courage. I am in awe of the poetry she lives out.