I feel a rhyme coming on....Watchout....I'm not in the holding back mood...
I predict this is going to be especially terrible....
~O Chemo~
O Chemo, you were never my dream, no!
Your bright reds and black bagged crystal clears
Your drip drip into my veins, your beep beep in my ears
From the jungle, to the laboratory, into my body you go
O Chemo, you were never my dream, no!
O Chemo, you were never my dream, I say!
You whirling dervish in my belly, turning my legs into jelly
You poke your chemo fingers around in my chest.
You lump your queasiness in my throat
Until I feel like an outlandish float in a one girl chemical parade
O Chemo, you were never in my dream, I say!
O Chemo, you were never in my dream, I profess!
You seek out and attack cancerous cells along with the rest
Spare me future cancers, pulmonary fibrosis, and heart disease, I ask
But I grant you full permission to scare HL into never coming back
And feel free to get that dead mass of scar tissue the hell out of my chest!*
O Chemo, you were never in my dream, I profess!
But since you are in my life and body, I trust you will do your best.
*Mom says, "you don't have to say 'hell'"
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Mom just got home from work, we are now sitting on the porch together. I read her my poem. I am giggling and typing. Scaring her. I jokingly asked for a "martini"- the kind with an olive- I said that sounded really good right now. She said....okay.....I'll make you a martini. She came out with two fancy glasses with two crazy straws- two mar-tea-nees. Ha ha ha. It is rasberry iced tea with an umbrella with olives!
Ahhhh...I love my mom.....She is sooo cute!!!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
I am in a really good mood right now...
