“Medical oncologist” are not words you want to hear, to start your day. “Chemotherapy” is not a word I wanted to hear to start my day. As of this morning, chemotherapy AND radiation is on the radar now as a strong possibility in my treatment in addition to radiation. I can choose to say NO…
“The morning garden heals me, with colour dripping wet.”
She told me she might need it Don’t throw it away No help needed To sort cluttered piles Of words on papers She’s staring at Surrounded by Stacks of memories Magazines and tabloids These make her Long lonely days in bed Bearable As they close in On her hidden away secret life Unlived But out…
Rain was falling everywhere She ran and ran Darted and dodged She Aimed to miss each raindrop Not wet once The goal She had Super speedy Zig and zag Precipitation could not touch her Faster faster she went At Dizzying speeds Circling jumping dancing leaping Avoiding Drip drip Drops — Brenda Johima