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This is a poem based on my personal interpretation of my husband’s experience while he cared for his mother with cancer.
This is a poem based on my personal interpretation of my husband’s experience while he cared for his mother who was diagnosed with breast cancer and who later passed away from bone cancer.
Everyone always feels sympathy for the person who is sick, but no one truly realizes how deeply sickness impacts those who are suddenly the appointed caretakers.
Caretakers are expected to stay strong and radiate positiveness and be there no matter what. But what they truly feel inside, they often feel like they cannot express without a feeling of guilt.
I wrote this poem to give a better insight into the inner turmoil that a cancer diagnoses creates in the son as the caretaker.
I watch you dwindle
And turn into a hollow shell
Once you were vibrant
Outgoing loud and extrovert
This sick version of you resembles
a lifeless limb
You promised me the world
And gave me my happy childhood
Now I watch you melt away
From being the strongest woman
To being a shadow of your former self,
A wisp of a mom
Drooping sagging skin folds
Hide that humor that used to
One up me and embarrass me
In front of my friends.
Leading to warmth and laughter
And our sense of home
Reading pamphlets and countless books
and listening to the experts talk
I will never give up hope
Even though you have
I am so tired
Of holding on to hope for us both
I feel deflated
I feel so defeated
So angry within
At myself mostly
Feelings of uselessness
I feel truly powerless
I will always choose you
Make no mistake
I love you
I am all you have left here
And I want to offer you dignity
Be proud of me and what I have become
My battle is with myself
With the system that falls short
For no longer do I have funds
to be assured of your comfort
Gone are your dimples on those apple cheeks
That I used to teasingly squeeze
Astronomical prices to pay
Experimental treatments
Which offer no guarantee
Logistical nightmares
Like driving
In endless circles
Why did this have to happen
It is so unfair
To you
To us
To me
To our world
As we move with the motions
On this perpetual off-balance scale
All we have is now and each other
If only just for now
But I feel like
I have already lost myself
This poem was written and submitted by Hylain Rackley. The article reflects the views Rackley and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
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