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Ton Of Bricks

 

It hit me like a ton of bricks

the news that I had the big C

it was too much all at once

the doc describing the condition

and all that went with it

the tests

the lab

the hospital stay

the length of radiation

the therapy

the constant back and forth

between doctors and tests

it was all too much

my head got light

I felt chills

my whole life turned upside down

everything I had known before

was no more

yet I had no choice

it was going to happen

whether I liked it or not

and so here I am now

a cantankerous curmudgeon

with portfolio of poems

still the best remedy

for this old wrinkled soul

my ton of bricks grown lighter

with the medicine of words.

 

 

 

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 29th Aug 2020 15:29

It is an affliction that many live with. My sister is currently undergoing
regular immunotherapy sessions - set to last for a few years it seems,
but they are the new highly regarded treatments and, if nothing else,
they get her out of the house under prevailing lockdown conditions!
Diet and getting the body to gear up its defences appear to be of
rising importance in combating the big C. Apropos - sending regular
reinforcements to man the body's barricades and see off the invader.

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sat 29th Aug 2020 14:31

Poetry is indeed the best medicine. Sending lots of healing light and love. ?

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