I think back on chemo like childbirth,
A sleep deprived, fogged, family time,
When the challenge of pegging out washing,
Seemed beyond a huge physical climb,
When the simplest needs of my children,
Being cuddled and face washed and fed,
Took over my entire ability,
and haunted my imploding head.
But now we’re all functioning adults,
And often off living apart,
Yet I find the recall of those awful times,
Has a very soft place in my heart.
So cherish the ill times together,
They’re the passion that keeps us alive,
And believe it will all turn out better,
As the tumour lets humour survive…