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Written by Anna DeVine
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Thursday, 06 March 2008 |
No Appetite
As soon as I heard the words,
things have got worse,
I started to cry.
Seeing me so distressed,
the doctor left me
to my own thoughts,
my own tears.
He returned later,
right before dinner
as usual,
to ruin the appetite
I never had.
He told me
the chemotherapy
hadn't worked
and gave me
a number of options,
which all read
like a death sentence.
Radiation
appears to be the best
punishment,
with side effects
that range from fatigue
to hair loss
and irritable skin.
I asked myself,
what have I got to lose?
My answer
pulled everything into
perspective,
Only everything,
I whispered.
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Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
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