It’s almost time – that time again
When I can pick and choose
A salmon steak, a cold boiled egg –
Ma bouche will be amused.
To rid my palate of that taste
That taste which I do dread
Becomes my goal, my aim, my fight
I’d prefer most anything instead –
Seven horse pills I swallow whole
And gag with every one
To keep the cancer well at bay
I’ll continue till I’m done
The acrid smell, the vile taste
Lingers on my tongue
Until
The time arrives when I can eat
And that taste becomes undone.
Rejoice in food in which flavor reigns
Each morsel – every one
To taste of life, to sip of wine
A pleasure second to none!
About inmycorner
This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her.
I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
In The Corner 
and I’ll raise a glass to that…
Oh, please do! grin.
I love your humorous and light hearted approach to taking those humungous pills. What an annoying regimen! As if swallowing them wasn’t bad enough, I’m so sorry for the metallic aftertaste. Glad there are foods that push it away.
I am taking a bunch of new supplements, too. It’s hard! Nothing like what you’re doing, but I totally relate to the gagging feeling as you start your day. I’m sure a funny poem is a better way of dealing with it than cursing lol!
Well – I guess neither you nor I have any other “real” choice, do we? I’m sorry you have a bunch of new junk too…. it’s hard to face the pills for sure. In any case – thanks for the kudos on the poem – it seemed to come to me easily this morning.
Thinking of you!! I love great wholesome, healthy real food!!
Me too!!!! Well, I used to. I will again.
You will you will….your in my thoughts….
Raising a glass of deliciousness with the others, for you, Stacey!!!!
Ha ha – awesome! Let’s be careful, though, to not over-indulge. grin. Cheers to life, my friend
Thank goodness there’s something delicious to think about!
The poems keep coming. You are a fabulous cook, so if anyone can amuse your bouche, it is you. Happy that the pill taking is becoming routine, unhappy that they are leaving you with the metallic taste.