This poem is dedicated to Merkie, Et, Bella, Roy H., Sam, Phillip, Toni, Susan,
Pam, Cali, Evie, Doris, Judy, Verline, Uncle Nick, Aunt Nettie and me...with
special thanks to Sherry, Jenn, Amy, Rocky, Tim, Deanna, Cherida and Jan.
Robert added 2010; Cali added 2011,
Bob added 2012, Roy C. added 2013; Cheryl added 2013 |
Seating herself in a large recliner
Feeling more than a little uneasy
Nerve endings seemingly tied in knots
The light breakfast making her queasy
Surrendering to the feeling of weakness
Still aching with post-surgical pains
She remembers the path that led her here
As the poison drips into her veins
The terrible disease had overtaken her
At a time when it was least expected
Now, she struggles with chemotherapy
So that her body can be protected
Undergoing the scheduled treatments
Will hopefully put her on the mend
She relies on family and the grace of God
And the help of her dearest friend
One night, as she stands in the shower
Checking carefully for random lumps
To her horror, she looks down and sees
Her lovely hair falling out in clumps
Her reflection in the bathroom mirror
Reveals a woman bald and pale and weak
She prays to God to grant her strength
And the healing she desperately seeks
The weeks and months run together
Her life consists of misery and pain
Yet she knows she must finish the race
To make her body healthy again
Popping pills and taking injections
To alleviate the many side effects
It seems there are no surprises left
But she wonders what will happen next
The last treatment finally behind her
Her ravaged body beaten into submission
When she gets the news she's been working for
And learns her cancer is in remission
Though she knows she's a cancer survivor
That statistics say she may regress
She thinks not of what tomorrow may bring
But prays to God for continued success
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
February 4, 2009
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©What Wondrous Love Written, Arranged & Sequenced by Maury Baggett Easy Listening Music Files
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