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drive to surgery
collect prescription for me
mother cooks and cleans
© Freya Pickard 2017
During chemotherapy I became dependent on my mother during the first part of each cycle to cook and care for me. Once again I returned to childhood – the treatment was devastatingly exhausting.
This haiku is part of my CARE series.
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4 Responses to 1 – 19

  1. Libby says:

    What would we do without mothers. How I miss mine!

  2. I did, too, when I was on chemo in 1981. I was 27; my mother-in-law was 70, and crippled from birth, but she came to stay a couple of months with us and helped out a lot.
    This time around the chemo was more exhausting, maybe because the chemo was fighting leukemia and not “just a precaution” after surgery like the first time.
    Hope you’re getting good follow-up and clear test results now.

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