Okay – last post before Christmas arrives! Personally, this is a huge marker in my life: ONE YEAR post-chemotherapy. I had this big, serious post all written out about late-night wonderings until I realized that hey, it’s Christmas time. So I’ve schedule that other post for next week. Because it can wait. Instead I’d like to take you back in time to last year, where I prepared for my final chemotherapy treatment by ripping off The Night Before Christmas with The Night Before Chemo.
Here it is – and for anyone who is going through the holidays this season battling cancer, going to the hospital, recovering from treatments: I wish you strength, perseverance, and many moments reminding you that life can also be kind. May you laugh, love, and eat many delicious, home baked cookies. Take it all one moment at a time.
The Night Before Chemo
Twas the night before chemo and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The picc line was wrapped on my arm with great care
In hopes that a nurse would soon make it bare
My parents were nestled all snug in their bed
As wheat-free cookies danced in their head
And me in my pyjamas, bald head in a cap
All settled and cozy for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I moved in a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Shone like the hospital scrubbed to a glow
When what to my wandering eye should appear
But a glimpse of the future, now approaching so near
With a sack full of hope, packed full and so thick
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick
More rapid than eagles his courses they came
And he whistled and waved and called me by name
“Now Catherine, now girl! Now don’t give up fighting.
Life is a changing and that’s right exciting!
To the end of tomorrow, to the end of the year
And into the future, you’ll live with no fear!”
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
“Your chemo is coming and nearly is done.
Life is now waiting and it’s promised good fun.
Let Christmas release you from this long test
As the new year Catherine, holds only the best.”
He sprang to his sleigh, to his deer gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim , as he flew high out of sight
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”