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Written by Anna DeVine   
Thursday, 06 March 2008
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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.

 

 

 



Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
Keyword: My Sick Journal
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Posted by billyboy
2008-03-06 02:33:25
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Been there, done that. Hope this isn't happening to you. You have just about nailed the reaction. But we can survive!!
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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-03-07 17:44:58
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I can't imagine having the feeling knowing death is on the horizon. i really liked your accompanying picture to this also.
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