
She is lying under her white hospital blanket, her eyes closed
She may even be asleep
She looks serene
He is on his phone
Doing something or other
The lady across from me seems to be content to just be
And not do anything
I’m listening to calming piano
Attached to my IV
Which gives me medicine that will heal me
My nurse, a big, tall lady with beautiful manicured nails
Is sitting at her desk now
Doing something on the computer
We are not allowed to have family with us
So, Albert is in the cafeteria
Having driven me here
And ready to take me home
I am grateful
I feel groggy and tired as I type this poem
Driving would not be advisable
One of the nurses is with her patient now
Looking at the device that dispenses the chemo right into our veins
Lots of buttons, telling the time and the kind of medicine being dispensed
And tubes that come out of the device everywhere
One such tube is attached to me
And I can see the drip drip of the medicine
Half an hour to go, says the timer
Five weeks of chemo done
Seven weeks to go
But I live my life
And do what I need to and want to do
At a pace I choose
February 15th, 2023