One last night with the bag.

Posted: November 16, 2018 in Postcards from Cancerland.
To the tune of “Candle in the Wind”…sort of.
Goodbye infusion bag
I’ve got one last long night with you
You had the needle to hold yourself
While I failed to sleep a full night through
You woke me up every 44 minutes
As you pumped drugs into my hairless chest
You’ve been my constant companion
Every three weeks I’ve worn you like a vest
And it seems to me you made my life hard to navigate
Never knowing how to shower or get dressed myself
I laid in bed sweating with a crazy high heart rate
Listening to the soft rhythm of your wheezing self
Goodbye infusion bag
From the old dude with one night left with you
Man, I’m not really gonna miss you at all
I just hope you did your job and did chemo Kung fu
And caused the belly bully to take a forever fall

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