This is the poem I wrote today at chemo. I hope it doesn’t offend anyone.
Chemo Three
Eating cheese, I lounge in this vinyl recliner
pinned to this space by the tubes and the IV pole.
Bags hold the poison oozing through my veins.
Its called Red Devil and its found in shit.
Streptomysis Percesious.
A sort of fungus.
My nurse is Jennifer.
She got a vein in one fell swoop.
Watches me with eagle eyes
like the bird in the photo on the wall.
They have to robe up before touching the bags.
Double gloved in purple, draped in blue.
Protecting them from all my noxious nostrums.
The volunteer offers me half a doughnut
and I choose the one with sprinkles.
It makes me think of birthday candles,
those days I’m running short of in this life.
Just half an hour to go, she says, and smiles,
expects my happiness that I’ll soon be home.
She doesn’t realise just how safe I feel
in this quiet caring nurse’s zone,
while my love gets walking time for him, alone.
copyright Judith Heather 2023