Chemo-Poetry

I met an Indian man who held me up with a ray gun
Pierced my pelvis with the power of the sun
He was into physics and all of creation
Showed me his machine that he used to save the world

Next thing I know I was being poisoned by a black man
With a platinum potion so potent and pure
He told me to pray, boy, and search for the godhead
Said surely this will kill you if first its not the cure

It got dark and I was standing there dreaming
About the day the sun was gonna shine on me
Rid my body of all this madness
The coldness of death that plagues my soul

Before it was over I was in a knife fight with a surgeon
He and all his cronies cut me from end to end
They hovered over my body as I lie there motionless
Stabbing me with delicate fury from which I could not defend

Even though I lost my ass I made it out breathin'
And I am sure God will tell me all about His reasons
I stand here bleeding, the victim of a bruisin'
The 12th round bell is ringin' and I never liked loosing

When it gets dark you can't quit dreaming
About the day the sun is gonna shine on you
Fill your spirit with unending gladness
Defeat death that plagues your soul

Symphonic Healing

This past weekend I had a nice burst of energy. I am starting to feel better from my treatment and felt up to a little activity. Kimberly and I decided to go to the Alabama Symphony Orchestra on Friday night. They were playing a few selected pieces including Beethoven's 6th symphony. I had a great time with Kimberly and it was so relaxing to hear the music.

I was feeling a little left over energy the next day and decided that I needed to do some much needed yard work. With my medications, I am not supposed to be exposed to the sun for long periods of time. Saturday morning was overcast so it worked out perfectly. After that I went with Kimberly and helped with the grocery shopping. Sunday was church and now I am exhausted again. It is not that I push myself too much, just that I now have to replenish again. Hopefully this process will get alot easier in the next few months.

A couple we go to church with is battling cancer as well. The husband was diagnosed late last year with stomach cancer. He has pretty much been doing his chemotherapy the same time that I have. Anyway, last week he visited his doctor for his supposed last treatment and the doctor prescribed two more treatments. If my doctor does that to me I am going to be pissed. I am really looking forward to getting this last one done. It is hell, but the "last one" makes it all sound so nice! Anyway, you can tell my worrying about my next treatment has begun.

Take care everyone and I hope to talk to you all soon!
Josh