The Last Third Thursday

Cherry

By Bee

Wed, 11 Nov 2015
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20 comments
 

One more session

Of chemotherapy

To sit once more

In reclining chair 

One more swear

In the torture cap 

That freezes your scalp

For the sake a hair



One more bag 

of destructive drugs

One more week

Sleepless on steroids

One more month

Kicked in the stomach

Sick to the gut

Restless and panicked



One more box of pre -

Filled syringes 

That fire the bones

Till you're sleepless in agony -

Nausea will pass -

The injections do work

To stave off infection 

apparently. 



One more month -

Of aching arms, useless legs 

and tingling hands

Numbed up fingers, feet and toes. 

Diarrhea and going slow



One more spell

Of itching and scratching

Freezing and sweating

Eyes a-weeping

I keep on remembering

And then forgetting 

Underdrinking and overeating





It might be the pits -

A deplorable pain 

But it really is 

just one more of the same



Sorry, 

Don't think I can do it again -

Or can I? 

Maybe

The

One more time.

 

Certificate U
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Heart-wrenching, written out on paper/screen, now walked through. Praying for you as your go through the tunnel. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you Rhiannon, that means so much. 

x

Bee

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I'm so sorry you're having to go through this awful time xxxx

 

Submitted by Bee on

There's only one way, and that's through. 

Thanks insert.

x

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

heart

Submitted by Bee on

x

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is such a painful piece to read Bee, don't know how, but you seem to cope so well. Hope things improve with time...you deserve it so...so much.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jenny.

x

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Stark, and such punchy words, attacking the cancer.

Thinking of you Bee.

Take care.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

x

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

a man's a man for aw that, even if it's a woman. Running up an incline takes time. When falling back to earth, I guess, part of creation is craving rest. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

I'm still thinking about what you said. Thanks CM.

x

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

HI Bee

Good luck on this last hurdle. We are all thinking of you and wishing you well.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, Jean. It means so much.

x

Bee

Submitted by tibi popovici on

I am pretty sure my words are useless, but I wish from all my heart for you to be strong, don't be scared, it doesn't really matter what comes next.

Damn with everything.

T.

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tibi.

Your words mean so very much - thank you for them and the kind thoughts they convey.

Bee

Submitted by RJF on

Thinking of you Bee x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks R. So weird, I just thought of you today. x

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Bee,

What a horrendous journey this is and has been for you, and yet you find the courage to not only go through it  but somehow find that extra bit of courage to  write  about it so that others might better understand what their loved ones might one day have to go  through.  You are never far from my thoughts.

Moya xxx

 

 

 

it.

 

Submitted by Bee on

It hasn't been very nice, but some have it much worse and for a long time. Writing about it has helped me. If it's helped anyone else, that would be marvelous. Thank you, dear Moya, for your thoughts. They mean so much to me, 

xxx

Bee