Long Chemo Poems
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Time in Cancerville
This time has no resemblance to real time.
Seconds are minutes and minutes are hours
and hours are days and days are months and
months are years. Test results take forever
and we always expect the worst outcome.
Chemo bags drip their poisons endlessly.
Everything never has a proper end time.
The only fast thing in Cancerville is the
growth time of tumors. Each microsecond
they gain a greater foothold. Tenacious.
In this time frame hope seems hopeless.
All good things come to those who wait.
The uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room.
The doctor's silk tie that reflects the tubes of artificial lighting.
The endless vials of blood they draw from my baby's arm.
The area of her arm where the cancer chews hungrily beneath the skin leaving a trail of destruction.
The "PAST DUE" stamped on hospital bills.
Scrubs worn by nurses in the chemo department.
My lips after biting back sobs when her hair falls out in clumps.
My husband's hand when he releases mine for a minute because I'm squeezing too hard.
My eyes in the mirror after yet another sleepless night.
The world I live in is a crimson hell since my daughter was diagnosed with lymphoma.
Time Has gone By
By Franklin Price
01/14/2025
Time has gone by. I'm up in life.
Three years ago I lost my wife
Cancer, then covid came around
She, way too soon, was Heaven bound
Late in the year of oh one nine
A spot was found beside her spine
Her doctor said, with little doubt
It was a cyst, it must come out
They operated, to remove
It left a scar, an ugly groove
Turned out, was cancer that was there
And would require further care
Scans showed that there were several more
They did declare, she was stage four
Some in the body, some the brain
She must have treatment to remain
Those in the brain, did radiate
To rid them all, was not too late
They chemoed for the ones below
How long she had, they did not know
Week by week, they played the song
Was then that covid came along
To limit all she loved to do
Could not be lost to Covid too
Chemo depletes the ways to cope
Outside infections give less hope
Could not go out with Covid 'round
Must stay inside and homeward bound
Could not tend to well loved plants
Not go outside, to walk or dance
Not concentrate to read a book
Cancer and covid all forsook
Not much, for her, was left in life
Every day was pain and strife
I did the best that I could do
To help her cope, to pull her through
Three years went by, we did our best
Our love, each day, put to the test
It did not falter, did not die
I'll tell you now, the reason why
God had put us both on earth
To be together, show our worth
Til death did part the groom and bride
In health and sickness, side by side
Then came the year of twenty-two
Eighteen days, the month was new
She could no longer fight the fight
She left us early in the night
The three of us were holding tight
When Christ our savior made things right
Took her up to Heaven's door
She does not suffer any more
My daughter and I had a cry
We had, together, watched her die
It was with peace, and with His grace
She looked upon our savior's face
I'm by myself, but not alone
Her spirit's here, though time has grown
And when my final days are done
We'll be together in the sun
...The wedding was planned for that fifth year,
but when it came Rob sadly did say:
“I’m being deployed, they’re put us on alert,
I’m sorry love, but I must go away.”
She was in tears, but what choice had they?
What could she do but curse their luck?
The wedding was postponed, and Rob deployed,
saying,”It’ll be over quickly enough.”
But conflicts drag on and for the next three years
Rob was stateside for only four weeks.
In that short time they made a daughter,
a little squirt that they named Genevieve.
Facing fire each day made Rob sport grays,
just surviving was brutally tough,
when his term was up he decided
that for his county he’d given enough.
When he came home he looked worse for wear,
and was missing two fingers on his left hand,
she ran to him, said in no uncertain terms:
“Tomorrow you’re giving me that gold band.”
At a justice of the peace they finally said their vows,
it was simple, but they were in love,
laying in bed that night, he said to his wife:
“This day couldn’t come fast enough.”
Eight years had passed, another girl was born,
but one day Charlotte felt short of breath,
at the hospital the doctor looked grim,
saying,”We’ve just got results from the test.”
A cancer it seemed had gone undiscovered,
but they’d hit it with all their best stuff.
As the months passed she looked worse and worse,
the chemo just did not do enough.
By her bedside, with tears in his eyes
he said,”We have not had enough time!
After all the delays I thought we would be
growing old by each other’s side.”
She smiled weakly, and said to him:
“I know this is going to be rough,
but our girls need you, you are their world,
I know that you'll be strong enough.”
When her day came Rob was a wreck,
but never did he leave her bed,
towards the end she looked up at him
and in quiet whisper she said:
“Do not be afraid of what is to come,
I’ll be looking down from above.
What’s a few decades compared to all time?
We’ll have our eternity soon enough.”
He said,”That day cannot come soon enough.”
"The Value of Reading"
messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?
"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit
keeping tabs
on runnaway horses
trained at the gate
tokens laid for bets.
what then sister?
if all should go awry?
the next caller phones
and relays, it is you,
so-and-so, who has
passed away today,
chemo didn’t save
the day.
"I know this is a shock,"
the other says,
"Love you, call me
when you want,"
breezily relayed
"here if you need,
call me
when you want";
but you, so-and-so
are already gone.
cruel deception
closed doors
on all that was
once close,
always true, forever
standing ground,
turned away.
betrayal keeps close
its cruel deceits
for untrue stories
buried deep.
cruel keeper of secrets
what cloistered
confessional opens
its sorry doors?
to understand
you, the you
who utterly
shamed and ignored.
LOVE
delivers
the
the truth
without delay.
Christmases,
Easters,
graduations,
birthdays,
two lives,
adequately
destroyed
r.i.p.
today.
cloudy
messages
adroitly
employed:
LOVE
came,
it considered all,
not once did it turn
away.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"I will not adopt that ungenerous and impolitic custom so common with novel-writers, of degrading by their contemptuous censure the very performances, to the number of which they are themselves adding—joining with their greatest enemies in bestowing the harshest epithets on such works, and scarcely ever permitting them to be read by their own heroine, who, if she accidentally take up a novel, is sure to turn over its insipid pages with disgust. Alas! If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard? I cannot approve of it."
betrayal, lies, deceit, trust, books, death, loss, mirror, silence, sister, love
I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Watching her chest rise and fall,
Her precious lips poised for her next feeding.
I wonder if this is my last sleepless night spent drinking in her infantile perfection.
My little girl starts Kindergarten today,
Pretty plaid dress and sparkly shoes,
A backpack with her favorite princess on it.
I wonder if this is my last time knowing that she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her.
I just left my beautiful protege at college,
A new dorm room with movie posters
And everything important to her proudly displayed.
I wonder if this is the last time she’ll call our house her home.
The amazing woman I birthed is 23.
Cancer now consumes her body
And my time, driving to chemo, holding her hand, praying until my knees give out.
I wonder if this is the last treatment — the one that will end her pain.
I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Reminded of when she was a newborn.
But this time I’m not feeling the joy, only fear.
I wonder if this will be the last time I hold this exceptional soul in my arms.
I stare at the lovely woman beneath my tree,
Her short, curly hair a welcome change,
Making her blue eyes sparkle even more than the Christmas lights.
And I am certain this will not be the last time I thank my God for a miracle.
This Month is symbolic and represents so many things, so true to my heart let me express what I mean
Every day you never know how you will feel, it makes it so much surreal
The Chemo therapy, the not feeling good, sometimes wishing people understood
The Courage to stand out, when things don’t feel right, Knowing we are all perfect in our Fathers eyesight
The hurt the pain, the strain of trying to get on with your day, maintaining a smile come what may
My heart goes out to you, I support all that you do, and you all are strong and so unique
I wear this ribbon as we speak, to hear your stories, they make me cry
So many have survived so many have passed away, so many are still fighting please keep the Faith
The waking up in the morning, the feeling sick, and the change in your body happens real quickly
The days of not wanting to get out of bed, to losing the hair on your head, the levels of confidence you have, through the good and the bad
This is my tribute to you, I salute, Hope for tomorrow and better days, Faith no matter what may come what may, Courage to know that you will overcome
Everything to and from, this is my heart felt tribute to the survivors know that I stick right beside ya
You guys are so strong, also let’s have a moment for those that passed on, you are not alone
I may not have all the answers, but I stand in support of Breast Cancer, With All do respect everyone please get checked
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
10/28/2018
So the chemo got the cancer
though I have three more trips to the chair
but for this very moment there is no lump longer there
Its kinda a revelation with the battle going on
but this silly computer game producer
still manages to motor on
I miss the cowboy
He turned out to be a charleton.
But he used to make me laugh and keep me on track
kind of a funny thing
I am now doing pot gummies
just to battle nausea
because despite my best I was at unrest
and it was beginning to take a toll
This war with cancer, sucks I tell you so...
And I have no specific thing I can point to in my ways
that will prevent it from coming back again
So I am on a quest to lower the chances of that
and laying down best practices in my hat
I still have my hair, though the strands are coming out
And surviving I am, despite the fun and games
chemo is surreal, and kinda a big deal
but you can make it out again
Chemo and the side notes Artimus (C) Susan Manley 8:41AM 11/11/2023
I sit nearby
As he receives
The treatment
My soul grieves
I sit by his side
See the needle’s prick
Skin so bruised
Heart feels seasick
I sit close by
As he gets chemo
Defeated by the fear
Heart beating, prestissimo
I sit, thinking
What he must feel
My mind wonders
Can this cancer be real?
I sit where I see
All the pain he endures
Light dims, he breathes
Hoping for real cures
I sit beside him
Worrying and fretting
Will he be ok?
Even my heart is sweating
I sit, on stand by
Where I can see him through
Longing to be his ally
As we seek a breakthrough
God knows the story
He sees us wait, in prayer
Giving Him the glory
With Him, we needn’t despair
When you've lost your faith
on troubled days
and the world slaps you in the face-
it's just a phase.
When you're afraid and scared
at the universe-
remember those who care-
and those who love you will never disperse.
It's deep inside you
where the healing begins-
and though the outside
is more than just skin
Remember when the times get tough
and your skin is hard to touch
and your bones are aching
it's so frustrating-
but remember you're the fighter-
the author to your life-
things could seem a bit brighter
rather than your head consumed with strife
It's hard-
but it will make you stronger
it's tough
but it will give you wisdom
and when the going is too much
listen to your angels,
listen to wind, the trees and the city
Listen but don't pity-
You're stronger then this fight-
And for some reason you were given this battle
to conquer
Let your mind, soul and spirit take flight-