Tumor in the Femur

Because it's fun to say and we need to say fun things.

holidays

I Wrote You a Valentine Poem

Irene Veldstra
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Neutropenic Fever

A week back home

Hair falling out

Time to shave the dome

 

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Feeding Atticus on a 2 hour schedule

Setting my timers is a weird thing to do

He has always made his own food before

But gotta get that fat to stick like glue

 

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Visiting the class

At Gammans park one day

The sun was shining

As we watched friends play

 

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Wearing a yellow ribbon

A friend shows support

Presenting handmade gifts

The Love, they did not thwart

 

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Friends in abundance

Brothers Peter and Ted

Took Atticus to the park

Until he was ready for bed

 

Friday morning, bright and early

To the hospital we arrived

Port access was a struggle

The day took a nosedive

 

Another late start, with all the rules

Chemo started 11:30pm

We slept through it all

Nurses - amazing - so grateful for them

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Methotrexate this go

Not quite as rough on the belly

Gravity and urine, I just don’t know

We wait; Olympics on the telly

 

Emotional days, the clown was silly

Atticus always polite

Gave him some laughs

Much to Clem’s delight

 

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Atticus is homesick

It’s been a long week

I see the girls as much as I can

A balance, working on technique

 

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Waiting, waiting for those levels to go down

One more day, no just one more

We might go crazy

This is such a bore

 

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Wendy the Fabulous

Works here in transport

Got me lunch and coffee and cake

She’s a stupendous consort

Free flowers at the door

By The Bloom Project

They reuse flowers!

Voluminous respect

 

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My rainbow shoes

Brought me some cheer

Friend brought dinner,

Healing gifts, we hold dear

 

Tomorrow they say

We might get to leave

Valentines Day!

And a two night reprieve

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Everything Sucks! is a Netflix show

Anneka’s proud! Watch, you will see

“Everything Sucks” is also our cry

We know it doesn’t… but... O.M.G…