Side EffectsA Poem by Maryit's just fearI hate these nights, before a doctor's appointment darkness filled with anxiety I would think I'd be used to them by now not be so tense, so worried Tonight is a little different though, things have started rolling tomorrow they'll put the order in I'll say yes, I'll do the treatment, the
year
long
treatment
chemotherapy and I won't think about the bad things (my hair will fall out and I'll lose more weight and I won't be able to eat and I might become anemic amd the depression will get worse and I might lose my mind) (when I only recently got it back) I just push those thoughts away deal with them when they happen because today just for today I'm as healthy as can be expected and there are so many good things to sit and dwell on the unpleasant (weekly injections when I just got away from syringes! And I'm not even getting high off these, just getting sicker, better, sicker, better) I hate the night before a doctor's appointment because the dark is filled with confusion because the dark is filled with condemnation because the dark is filled with fear I'm stronger in the sunlight
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8 Reviews Added on August 17, 2008 AuthorMarySt.Petersburg, FLAboutMuch of my poetry is about addiction. It played a huge, if not the only, role for many years of my life. I'm now a recovering addict, clean for over a year. I'm also recovering from self-mutilation, w.. more..Writing
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