I had never really fancied a tumour,

but having received one

as a parting gift from the x-ray department

at my local hospital,

it has grown on me.

I take it everywhere with me.

Some say we’re inseparable.


I hear some people meet their tumours,

cancers and other long-term partners at the

sun-beds, or over the ash-tray, accompanying

two bottles of dry white wine.

Their relationships have nothing on me

and my tumour. We’re partners for life.

‘Til death do us part.

And even then we won’t.


David Richardson