The last of the treatment...Yay!

This poem was inspired by my last session of chemo at the hospital.
I ask why most people expected me to be all skinny and very ill looking.
The staff told me that at one time, patients were only given chemo, they would be very sick and loose their appetite. Now anti-sickness and appetite enhancers are given as a matter of course, so, unless you loose your hair, no one can really tell.

Where am I now?

6th and final chemo cycle,

This will take all day,

Like all the other chemo,

Later on, I'll pay.

The patients here

All look so well.

We all have cancer,

But you can't tell.

Along with chemo in your veins

Some other stuff goes in.

This all stops you from being sick,

And stops you from being slim!

The drugs give you an appetite,

So....you eat a lot,

And you 'bang' the weight on!

Your diets are forgot!

The Doctors and the Nurses

Say you must loose NO weight!

So, if you do, they say to you,

"Go home, and fill your plate!"

So now I have neuropathay,

Phlebitis and feel numb,

And all I have to show for it

I a whacking great big bum!

The next thing that I need to do,

Is go and have a scan.

This will be the 'benchmark',

And shows cancer, if it can.

So for now, I will tell myself

That after all this 'hell',

Carol Hubbard is now 'cancer free!'

And 'feeling, Oh, so well!'

Now I have to go to work,

And pick up where I left,

And hope that I can still do it,

Despite some side effects.

I know I can,

I'm sure I can,

I'm made of some tough stuff.

That, and some support from work

I know will be enough!

Carol Hubbard 31st May 2011