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Here are a series of poems written about our ordeal with cancer and kicking it to the curb.
I am an author and poet. My husband has gone through several health crises since he had COVID-19 in 2020: a stroke in 2022 caused by undiagnosed diabetes, and just as he regained full footing and beat both, 2023 started with a routine colonoscopy and diagnosis stage 4 colon cancer, with several small spots on the liver.
He is through two rounds of treatment, the first with immunotherapy. He is under the care of Cleveland Clinic, and is due for another MRI, with surgery to follow.
Theodore, (Ted), or as loved ones call him, “Bear,” was so surprised by this as he was always athletic, healthy and never sick until COVID. The love of my life played flag football on a team with our sons until 2020 shut everything down.
His mental health is great, he insists he is fine and will get through this fine. He continued to bowl on his league and stayed in his position as tournament director for what we believe is the oldest remaining Brothers Bowling Tournament in the US.
It is an odd sense of pride for him as the cancer center nurses continue to be surprised by his strong resolve, and seemingly lack of side effects. I can see him struggle a bit cognitively, but he is still sharper than me on any given day.
I have attempted to document this journey, and as a poet, the poems just came about.
Below are a series of poems written about our ordeal with cancer and kicking it to the curb.
FIRST WORDS
First words
after the diagnosis
Spoken into the air
like a ravaging windstorm
Callous
and clarifying
Cancer:
Stage four
IN THE MIDST
Our lives
were content
and full
I had retired
His date
was approaching
We are
Blessed
with loads of love
and large family
Dreaming
of travel
And then
cancer crept in
to the midst
of our life,
with plans
of its own
Little did it know
who it had
chosen
to mess with
A couple
blessed with
prayer warriors
and medical
professionals
We got this
ODDLY SPECIFIC
A healthy husband
stumbled by a stroke
Transformed
by diabetes
and brutally attacked
by cancer
Biting deep teeth
into his colon
Splatters
of speckled
cancer
stippling liver
visible on scans
and still he
marched on
Through thick
and thin
Chemotherapy
Immunotherapy
Steroids and
topped off
with anti-nausea
medication
It's oddly
specific
and working terrific
The cure is bitter
and a battle
that tried
to rattle our resolve
But, cancer never met
Bear and Thasia
RABBIT HOLE
Since
contracting COVID
There has been
a myriad
of symptoms
and diagnosis
Unexplained
high fevers
come and go
A stroke
Undiagnosed
diabetes
Overcome
And then
stage four
colon cancer
Treatments
side effects
We continue
down this
rabbit hole
I swear
good healthis at the bottom
SHAGGY
Recovery from
the stroke
Blood thinners
Can't shave
with a real razor
Electric is safer
Showers difficult
feeling unsteady
Getting better,
stronger,
almost ready
for normal
about to leave
the shaggy look
behind
WALTZING IN 4/4 TIME
Life is a dance
and thank God
I finally found
my perfect partner
fourteen years ago
Always busy
we Tango tough
Thursdays we Cha Cha
for our date night dinners
When needed
we can Polka
or Hokey Pokey
Throughout the day
we often like
to Macarena play
Now that
our age is
creeping in
it is Waltzing
in 4/4 time
we find devine
Waltzing in
4 for time
This post was written and submitted by Thasia Anne. The article reflects the views of Thasia Anne and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
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