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Week 27: Radiation Cycle#13 Complete

There was a young lady with cancer,
a diagnosis to give you an ulcer.
It was an unplanned marathon,
of chemo, surgery and radiation
all in hopes it's the answer.


Chemo is over and surgery is done,
she's on the next step of radiation.
She burns, swells and is going red
"Inflammation" is what the doc said.
Sore and pained, she's so ready for fun!

Regardless of pain,
she goes sun or rain.
Treatment is every day
to help the cancer go away.
It's enough to drive one insane.

33 days the trip must be made,
"Make it work" she prayed.
13 complete, 20 to go,
the end is far you know.
A hard path to walk unafraid.


In the room with big machines
She lays, imagining peaceful scenes.
She takes the radiation,
without hesitation
to see her kids reach their teens.

Comments

Leah said…
Oh, Salina. You have been through so much my sweet, sweet friend. Keep fighting - you can do this. I am thinking about you and wishing you some peace.
Austin Trini said…
Leah - thank you my dear. I loved the pictures on your Christmas card. I hadn't seen anything like that before, and I thought it was so cool - a year's summary in one!

Have a wonderful holiday!
Savi said…
Hi Sally,

I love the poem, and the attitude - so inspiring to see your sense of humour is still intact!

Stay strong - you will make it!

Savi
Austin Trini said…
Savi - to be honest, the writing really helps me, as do the comments and encouragement of my dear friends and family.
pincushion polly said…
Way to go Salina! There is light at the end of tunnel. I finished my last session today. Now I only have the boost left (after Christmas). I know what you mean about the skin being inflammed and sore. Mine too! Romy
Austin Trini said…
Hi Polly - my skin needed a break so we are doing the boost now and like you, I am really hoping that the holiday break will help my skin get some relief! Happy holidays!!

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