An Odeium to Imodium

You arrive in your display case
Of plastic and foil sealed
Protecting you my pearl
From damages concealed

After my quaking fingers
Free you from your cage
Procol Harum white, upon
You I finally gaze

Your taste at first sweet
Dissolves quickly in my mouth
The first of many times today
You begin the slide towards south

Inside you land in seas
Tossing to and fro
Continuing your mission
You slip e're more below

The rumble and the roar
Shan't keep you from your goal
To quiet the storm that rages
Dare I rhyme with "bowl?"

Like Neptune I sit upon The Throne
Porcelin and white
Waiting for confirmation
Of a victory in the fight

More troops you cry above the din
With which I soon comply
Hoping against hope that these
Are the last to sacrifice

At last the calm wins out
And order is restored
I drink, I eat, blandly
Calm and rest. Accord

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Twas the Night Before Chemo

And all through my head, not a brain cell was rested as I lay there in bed.
I wondered if chemo my stomach would turn or whether the IV would make my veins burn
My doctor had told me there was little to fear, no nausea nor hair loss would likely appear
Some tingling in hands and feet could be felt, "Peripheral Neuropathy" I think it is spelt.
Still chemo makes cancer seem so much more real, and I'm not really sure how that makes me feel
I'm a fighter, an athlete, and a warrior I say, but Ali, Jordan, and Sun Tzu had their bad days
A day when for all one's bravado and talk, you wonder if you really can walk the walk
Oh I'll beat this for sure - I have not a doubt, but tough guys like me still can call time out
To catch one's breath, to remember why you've chosen to punch cancer right in the eye
To be there for family first and foremost, and to be able to one day stand up and boast
"I won or I tied, I'm not really sure, buying time till they told me 'We now have a cure'"

Me on Chemo Eve
Big C has no idea
what's coming!

(Actually, chemo has been delayed a week due to the weather in the Atlanta area, but I had this one written, so I figured I'd post it anyway)

UPDATE - Now we're on for this Thursday for my first Chemo. I guess those cancer cells just couldn't wait to start getting their butts kicked. Here I come, like Jimmy Superfly Snuka off the top rope! (Ladies, ask your husbands or other men who watched wrestling in the 70's on Superstation 17).