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Cancer poem Receiving heavy duty treatment Almost always feeling tired I treat [...]

Posted by @elena, Oct 3, 2013

Cancer poem

Receiving heavy duty treatment
Almost always feeling tired
I treat minor symptoms.
My bedroom a jail
My bathroom a Nazi mirror.

My son, his wife, their home.
Two small grandsons, soon we share
All their new playroom.
Their Dog. Black Lab.
Always at my side, watching me.

Through the snowy, dark winter.
Everyday new little ailments.
I read about overcoming.
Out my window, grey squirrels
Scramble up and down white pines.

I watch them.
The dog watches me.
We wait. I mark each day.
I focus on healing, am consumed
With health, every day, 243 days.

Eyes, nose, gums, nails,
Skin, tongue, platelets,
Blood counts, hands, feet
Cold, tingling, sleep, exercise,
Hydration, my mind, so important.

It ends. I am left to mend.
Four years go by. I will never
Forget. The surprise cancer
Almost destroyed me.
Daily I mark the calendar, I rejoice.

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