So far so good and with positive results from the PET scan I moved into twelve weeks of further chemotherapy. Good news was that the dosages were lower & hence the time spent in the treatment centre at the hospital was shorter. However the effects of the polite poisoning was compound and the after effects increasingly unpleasant / troublesome. I struggled to write, fought tiredness & lethargy in equal measures & only have short notes, demented doodles and scraps of poems of this time. These I present as they were written...
4th Chemo
So here I am again, but changed.
Feeling alive & hope unrefined.
Chemo in & chances taken,
Clearer view & not forsaken.
Ever watching people care,
Nurses busy, all aware.
hearing hazy, senses dulled,
What's now normal, sleepless, lulled.
Forth treatment, greater chance,
Wanting so much, brain in trance.
hear the news, ease of pain.
Sitting smiling, hope again!
Writers Damp...Frozen fingers (5th Chemo)
Seems I can't write, lethargic and swollen fingered. More importantly brain dull, my observations limp & sensations muffled. Chemo brain fog slowly creeping over me with no desire or drive to write.
Two hours to go and lymphatic system screaming; words evade, sentences slur and rhyme resigns. Stories & creativity run into a dried delta of debility and delicate delusion.
People chatter assuring themselves that all is well, this is normal, we're all in it together. Stay calm ~ our world carries on
Boring Babble
People, patience.
Patient patients.
Pretending positive.
Solid 'Stokies'.
Streaming stories.
Its an elite club and I've got a long term membership.
Mixed Media (6th Chemo)
L'espoir c'est bon,
L'espor pour la vie.
Peut etrea la nouvelle vie!
Mais oui,
Maybe!
Sound confusions, language twist.
Je suis confuse.
Get the gist?
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