A poem merely number 3 in Mathews notes.
Chemo means you'll lose your breath then find it in
the strangest places.
You may be a full grown man but it's okay to cry.
The nurse walks in with a shot of Ativan as Bob Dylan's
My Tambourine Man comes on the radio.
A shot on one of the IV tubes close to the Picc line.
Calms me down.
The room will stop spinning and nausea will level out
enough so that I'm not in fear
of spinning right out of the hospital bed.
by
Mathew Rodgers 2014
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