Twas the hour before Chemo
And all through the infusion center,
Not a tumor was stirring,
Not even a Follicular Lymphoma.
The IV bags were hung on a coat rack, up high
In hopes that my nurse would soon come by.
She implanted the needles, all snug my arm
The Benadryl was injected -- my it's getting warm!
The medicine was dripping, and the hours passed by.
The sound of my snoring made the other patients cry.
When out in the hall, there arose such a clatter,
I stayed in my chair -- can't get up and walk around with all these tubes in me!
When the last drop was finished, the nurse walked back in,
And made me an appointment to do this all again.
As I stumbled to my feet, I let out a sigh,
Merry Chemo to all, and to all a goodbye!
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