This week’s poem, a painful one, like this whole long process that we are in the middle of. Chemotherapy – the hope we believe in, but also frightening and incomprehensible and the source of some suffering.
Chemotherapy
Waking from deepest depth to the screams of your adult son,
Eyes burning from the chemicals pumped into his veins.
To see his long, thin body, his smooth baby-bald head, bent in angles of pain,
Watering eyes, pink and light-scared, blood clots from his red-rimmed nose.
Watching bright colored chemicals drain from the bag
Into his veins, see his appetite shrink, weight falling from limbs,
Pills, vials, powders, needles, pale lips and lash-less eyes,
Gagging, groaning with aches, tied to pipes and long days on hospital wards.
Slow breaths of respite,
His naked head on the pillow,
His long pale body relaxed,
Slow-breathing in healing sleep.
Slow breaths of relief,
Trust in the treatment,
One drop at a time,
In the end he will be well again.
Odense 2017
Our thoughts are with you & family. Keep your eyes at the light at the horizon.
Touching and powerful poem Rilla. Real sad to read this about Theis. Still recall the long night we had in this flat where he displayed this in depth knowledge of rock music. Luckily a youth ful body recover better than an old one. Best wishes from me and Tanja. /Peter
Dear, dear Rilla and Torben we didnt know this has fallen on your doorstep. So sorry to hear. Which of the boys is it? We send you strenght and positive thoughts. What a lovely poem.❤️
Oh Rilla, I did not know, my thoughts and wishes and prayers are with you all, so horrible for you and T to watch your child suffer, but the great strength and love you all have for each other will get you through this and to a path of recovery xx
Thank you for the message, Kaye. A hard time, but we will get through.
Dear Rilla and Torbin, my thoughts and deepest sympathy goes to you both during this very trying time. We pray that your son will be cured and that he has the strength to fight through this very painful treatment. Be strong and take care. Lots of love
Thank you Denise. A painful path, but one that we believe will lead to recovery.
Good poem Rilla , brings out the harsh reality, as well as your actual thoughts.
Enables others to feel as you feel .
Theis will recover, and your family will be closer and stronger because of it !
By the grace and mercy of God the father, the salvation and healing bought for us by the sacrifice of Jesus the son and the power and comfort of the Holy Spirit .
Thank you, Mass. Somethings are hard to talk about, but it does help to share them.
Cancer is tough shit, but medical treatment has come a long way since the times when we thoght cancer was terminal. I survived and I am sure your son will survive. Those doctors are phenomenal.
Hugs to all of you,
Kia and Franck
Thank you, Franck, that is real encouragement!
Dearest Rilla. I send every bit of positive energy and love that I can summon to Theis and all of you every morning. He will be well again but what an awful time for you all.xx
Thank you, Jan. I feel you!
Your beautiful, good boy will be well again Rilla, Insha Alah. You are in our prayers.
Thank you!
In the end he WILL be Well again ❤❤
For sure he will!
Our love to the four of you, dearest Rilla.
Love and strength to you all xxx
Such a painful poem Rilla….sending positive thoughts to you, your son and your family.
Thank you, we soak up the positive vibrations coming our way.