Hi all
so rubbish that lots of sparklers are having a tough time. I haven't posted ditties fir a while as they got quite dark and definitely wouldn't make anybody laugh!! I've posted below the least depressing of the latest ones. I'm sure they'll pick up as my mood does.
Love to all. col xxxxxxxx
This bloody FEC is a pain in the neck,
And I'm told with tax there'll be no need to wax,
So many SEs and with the coldcap you'll freeze,
If you're not being sick then it's an infected picc,
You worry about when to take your pills and your level of neutrophils,
From a horrible taste to an expanding waist,
From an MRI that made me cry,
To a CT that made me feel like I'd done a wee,
From talk of a clearance to a faded appearance,
If it's not hot flushes then it's news that crushes,
There'll be surgery, rads and tamoxifen for 5 years or maybe 10,
Because of these lymph nodes I don't know how it bodes,
But I'm halfway through now and will get there somehow,
I'm sick of sympathetic looks - this cancer really sucks,
And I just want to be 'me' again but I can't help wondering when.
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Jingle bells, dodgy cells, I feel like running away,
It's not much fun this chemo ride but a very small price to pay - hey!
Dashing through the woe, worrying every day, over the hurdles we go, crashing along the way. They tell you it will sting, making you feel shite, how crap it is to fight this fight when you feel a dreadful sight - hey!
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Chemo and cabbage, chemo and cabbage,
Go together like a horse and carriage,
But they make you farty,
So nobody wants you at their party!
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Silent night, holy night, lack of sleep just makes me feel shite,
These bloody steroids are keeping me awake,
Oh good God just give me a break,
Then I'll sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night, with the lack of sleep I look a right sight,
I'll try a few tipples from my newly installed bar,
Then I might get some sleep - oh hallelujah,
Right the way through til dawn, right the way through til dawn.
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These bloody steroids are doing my head in,
I just want to sleep but in my head there's a din,
From ringing ears to persistent fears,
I think I might resort to the gin.
I could try nytol, night nurse or even lorazipam,
But I don't have any in - damn and double damn,
It's a battle with my mind but the steroids aren't being kind,
Think I'll get up and have a sandwich - now cheese or ham?
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oh God it's tricky when you feel so low,
This tax is shit and I've got a sore toe,
But there'll be good times ahead you mark my words,
Birmingham will be fun with such a mad bunch of birds.
In the middle of chemo the days can be dark,
And I can feel myself turning into a nark,
But let's be brave and bold and make a big stance,
And if all that fails we can always try a merkin dance!