Ode to Chemo

(I have already posted this on Facebook - but I figure it belongs here as well.)

Ode to Chemotherapy

So the cancer has found me. I'm another of those

Who gets to learn firsthand how chemotherapy goes.

My head is all patchy. My eyebrows are sparse.

I have so many pills they won't fit in my purse!

My nails have gone brittle. I bruise with a touch.

For a wild social butterfly I don’t get out much.

My skin’s dry and flaky. My cycle's a mess.

My meal plans depend on what I can digest.

I show off my power - my courage - my flair,

But I cried in my wine when I lost my pink hair.

I'm bald as an eagle. I'm losing my lashes.

I'm an unwilling victim of frequent hot flashes.

My bones are like daggers.  My muscles are sore.

But good news - I don't have to shave anymore!

My stomach just hates me and yells all the time.

My mom's freaking out, though I told her I'm fine.

My taste buds are useless. My mouth's sore and dry.

Most days I look like I have two black eyes.

My house is so dusty. A maid's what I need!

To scrub stains off my pillow from midnight nosebleeds.

I have aches in my body. I have pain in my head.

I spend most of my time all curled up in my bed.

So chemo I hate you, you pain in the ass.

But I'll fight my way through it…

For THIS TOO SHALL PASS.