Monday, 18 April 2011

Chemo days

No taste
my skin tastes different
don’t recognise food
everything’s like eating mud
sense of smell deceives me 
eating's just fuel.
Exhausted
waves of tiredness 
drop to sleep at a moment’s notice 
finished by a walk
Wake up at all hours.
Peeing for my country.
Can’t concentrate for more than 15 minutes 
feel rimbambito.
Nausea creeps up unsuspected
fear of swallowing anything
food
the tablets that are curing me
even simple life giving water...
Side aches
wound closed and healing well 
but reminds me it’s not done.
Sooka cries when she sees me down
what am I doing to her?
16 days to go, just 384 hours and then?
Freedom or doubt? 
Up to me I guess

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