‘Twas the night before chemo, my nausea meds I sort.

Not a creature was stirring, not even my port.

that loudmouth had finally fallen asleep,

dosing off suddenly without even a peep.

 

I prepped my chemo bag before going to bed,

a Tiffany song, stuck in my head.

Oh, where did it come from, I hummed along,

to “I Think We’re Alone Now”, another “Port” song.

 

Trying to remember all of the things I would need

distracted, remembering Little Pissy had peed.

my blood draw is scheduled for 8:45,

then four hours of poison to keep me alive.

 

Miss Kitty, my driver, to chemo and back,

Maybe stopping for coffee and perhaps a snack.

The day will go quick and easy I hope,

followed by cold sensitivity, with which I will cope.

 

Friday night I will spend out with my friends,

the following morning, we’re all on the mends.

If we do anything Saturday, it will be up to me,

they can tie one more on and have a D.D.

 

They’ll be dashing and dancing and prancing like vixens.

I imagine them easily one-upping the Kittens.

Into the mini, I’ll hope none of them faint or fall,

Make the kittens proud and dash away tall!!

 

The next week for recovery and to update the blog,

may  the chemo blanket the cancer like a thick fog.

Another treatment will be over and under my belt,

Happy Chemo to all, cheers to warmth and snow melt!!!!