Thursday, the last day of cycle 8. I get up and get ready to spend the majority of the day at the gym. I take my meds and fill my bag to take to the gym. Mid morning my partner and I go to the gym, while my partner goes to her aqua class I eat a bacon roll, read and write some verses influenced by it being the end of Cycle 8 and probably the end of the chemo rechallenge.
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Last day,
Amen.
Cycle eight ends,
Amen.
The oncologist says,
‘stop’
and I am pleased,
my body is weak
and I need
to rest,
My scars beg
to heal,
my veins plead
recovery,
and the bruises pray
for dispersion.
I’ve done my rounds,
the bell has rung
and I drop
into my corner
knowing the ring
is no longer mine.
Amen.
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Brought to my knees
I can take no more.
The poison has done its work
and my body has fought
but has no more.
Now comes the wait,
I will recover, or not.
All I crave
is to be able
to do
the ordinary.
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Boxing day
to
Fathers day
that was my rechallenge.
Now I pick up the dice
and see what
numbers my body
will roll.
PSA up or down?
Will my neuropathy
leave my hands and feet?
Will my energy return?
These and so many more
questions hang in the air,
that see me
waiting and seeing.
Its a cliff hanger
waiting for poems
to follow.
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My partner joins me in the gym lounge and we have lunch. We then go to the beauticians and check in. I have my nails done and it includes having my world cup art work on my nails, a St Georges flag and a football.
I return to the gym lounge where I meet my brother in law and a niece. We chat family chat for a while until they go home. Soon after my partner appears and we drive home. Of course there is world cup football to watch and tea to eat before I draft the blog to a background of an American police drama. There will be another game to watch and then I head for bed. Tomorrow I have to get the GP nurse to take yet another blood sample, so I’ll be up early to get ready. I will be interested to see which vein they use to get the blood out of me.
