by By Ruth Steinman
January, 2001

Chemo was death

Chemo was destruction

Chemo was a parking place and home in hell.

Chemo was seeing and looking at others in a different light.

Chemo was spirited by nurturing

Chemo was a last try at hope

Chemo was unique and bizarre and cruel and necessary

Chemo was ungrateful and costly.

Chemo was compensation for long-term suffering.

Chemo was stupidity realized.

Chemo was not my fault

Chemo was another station in life

Chemo was a crossover to a new dimension and realization.

Thank God for chemo.

Thank God for me. I'm still here.

In a different light.

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