December 3, 2004 : 5:11 a.m. pst
"The Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the 3rd"
It's all over now, or is it?
That's the questions on our minds this week
The last week of the treatments
Knock woodI know I can't believe it's been as long
As it has been, this waiting
With you seemingly the same
Little change
Same habits,
Except of course the sleepiness that
arrives a couple of hours after each injection
And now those injections,
for all intense intents and purpose
Are succeeding in eradication
Or so we hope again and won't know
Until that fateful doctor's visit on the ninthYour stamina remained, as did those bad habits
The cigarette smoke still swirls above your head
The beer bottles still pile up on the sideboard
(although you've been forced to drink them warm
because of the treatment's drawbacks)The pills and the pills to counteract the other pills
Thankfully you have not had to suffer much
The Picc line in your arm,
An answer to the bruising that could have
Spread thanks to the loss of platelets
Which served to clot your blood in better times
Failed and spit the saline solution
So they removed it last week
It made you look like a Frankenstien monster
With a permanent vein in your arm danglingNow the Picc line is removed
As in hopes so is the cancer
But no one knows
Or they're not telling yet.Stay well.
We pray
You're a real asshole at times (and I speak as a comrade in arms
in that department)
But I don't want you to go away from this life yet
You're too young to die
Fingers crossed, let's hope the train has
reached it's destination
and you can get off this trip
Good luck buddy
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