Late winter months as news imparts
the gravity of this new start
dear God as we begin this fight
in restless days and feverish nights,
as poison flows through damaged veins
please not let this be in vain…
Smaller smiles through struggling days
of waiting for the nausea waves,
understanding strange regimes
jab jab as harsh it always seems,
as draw for tests to go ahead
when all he wants is his fresh clean bed.
Perpetual hours that make me sigh
impatience that since child has always been
and now this purgatory of hopeful scene,
as tedious the walks I make
through lengthy corridors and doors of pain,
please Lord! let there be a gain.
How good the compassionate nurses who
bring solace to my broken warrior,
a smile or a tender word all make a difference,
I notice a gentle hand on his shoulder,
in their relentless comforting care.
I also notice many sitting there,
with their dreams of better days…
My mind whirls as the precious cylindrical vial arrives with pomp and ceremony,
to scientists far away who have tried to bring
with knowledge gained, further days.
It is received with hope and joy
but will it work to overcome?
for this Man who waits expectantly with those oh! so trusting eyes.
A Poem about Chemotherapy February 2010– all rights reserved
Dear Susie
I will keep your husband(and you) in my prayers.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
It made me sad but wonderfully expressed!
God be with the both of you!
Margie
Dear Susie, Penning these marvels must surely be how you cope with this overwhelming situation. Having been there myself, I can fully appreciate the dramatic staging you presented with each line. I pray this new round of treatment will work quickly so Hamada can be free of the poison and enjoy quality of life again. May you both feel God’s presence and love surrounding you. Much Love Always, Lora
Your words bring comfort, as always, Susie – reminding me that I’m not alone. Your thoughts are my thoughts as I sat with Vern in the chemo room on Friday … the oh so kind nurses we’ve come to love during this nearly 4 year long journey, the “pomp and ceremony” as the Velcade is carried into the room on the tray, the other warriors in the room (patients and caregivers alike) – all of us hoping this treatment will bring us what we desire. Bless you, dear friend.
Thank you SO much ladies for your warm and encouraging comments that so help to spur me on. As Diane says ” It has been a long 4 year journey” but we remain steadfast and forever hopeful, that this current regime will give our loved ones many further days.
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