The Same Boat

When she asked me… "How are you?" I pretended, I didn't hear Then I asked… "What's new?" She looked at me And with a smile, she replied… "I have no clue!" I talked to myself… Should I be honest and tell her? Could I say what I feel? Would she listen? Would this heal? I couldn't describe how tough my soreness was I couldn't describe how painful my Radiotherapy was I couldn't count how many shots I have per day I couldn't name the pills I took that day One, two, three, hmm I couldn't remember most of them But I could spell! T R A M A D O L M O R P H I N E A D R I A M Y C I N And other types; cure and kill! I lost my hair My skin is fair My smiles are rare Still, I'm strong since she is here! Oh, please! Don't ask… No! I won't say that I'm weak I won't say my mood is bleak But, I will let my eyes speak Once again, She looked at me "How are you?" "!!!????!!!!" I replied… "Just fine, like you" She laughed, I wondered! Then she said… "We'll be late, Let's have our Chemotherapy" I was puzzled, I was shocked! CANCER? "Yes"; was her answer We were two! Two perfect actresses In the same boat! Blackmatta~ * The poem is published here, too: http://www.breastcancerdiy.com/readpoetry.htm