August 31, 2004 : 8:41 p.m. pdt
""The Cancerboy Dairies: Entry the 2nd""
The sickness still hasn't happened yet,
and it's what,the ninth treatment?
I keep telling you you're the poster boy
For Chemotherapy
Nothing seems to upset the apple cart
And when thousands see their hair fall out
And spend a good deal of time kneeling by the toilet
You have come through without a scrape
And good tidings are born by your disposition.We both thought things were going to be worse now
Didn't we?
But thank the Godhead, the Natural Way,
The random patterns of existence
Thank the Lord, Chance, Health, and Kismet's folly
You are looking like a winner in a loser's game
And I know I can't be a third as thankful as you are.As the time lapses into uncertain sameness
As the hours pass unheeded and un-needed
As the weight of time's coffin slowly recedes
You seem to have some time for levity
For brevity of endless doubts
And for this I am happy for you
And I know you are happy for this outcome as wellBut what is the outcome?
What is the prognosis several weeks from now?
Are the drugs and the poison just settling in
For a long stay?
And are you ready for the occurrences of time
On that future day?
I guess we shall have to wait and see
And hope for the best possibility
The Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the 1stThe Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the 3rd
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