I Hate Cancer

A poem of confusion and desolation of the ravages of cancer.

I Hate Cancer

Cancer

Insidious Invasive

Stealthy devastating terrifying

death sentence.

NO!

we can treat it

we can’t cure it

but we can make you desperately ill with the treatments

you will be sick

you will be weak

you will lose your hair

your limbs will swell

fatigue will be your state of being

you will lose

your ability to have a normal life

but its okay

maybe we can give you a few more years

don’t be scared

don’t cry

pray

we will poison you

we will fill you full of drugs,

one that makes you nauseous

one that treats the nausea

one to hydrate you

one to remove all the fluids that have swollen your limbs

we can feed you through a tube

and install a portal for poison

just trust us

doctor visits

you can see an oncologist a pathologist

a sociologist

a home nurse

Occupational therapy and Physical therapy home visits,

lab draws

more IV fluids and IV anti-nausea meds

the fun never ends

then wait two months

we can start it all again.

Oh and during all this try to figure

Who pays for what

What is covered and what isn’t

Because you couldn’t possibly

Have enough to worry about.

Author's Note

I have a friend going through this, this poem is to vent frustration.