Observations In Oncology
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Revised August 2023 "In 2007 I had to receive treatment for cancer. Each day for six weeks I attended the oncology department. I met people there that I will never forget." - Allen Ansell Dreams are dispersed; are long forgotten – those which lit his face and warmed his pained heart. What is this being? What is this nightmare given to achieve? The bitter witch mixed her mucky brew and passed the cup around … “Oh come and drink my sticky brew…” “Forget your frazzled working life…” “Come, get sozzled right through…” “This elixir’s made just for you.” A poisoned chalice? Call it what you will. The throw of the dice? Old fashioned bad luck? And so he drank – on his way home. Released to be savouring wet salty kisses on distant shores; passion and love on a sand beach. Daydreamed good luck. Harmless escape. Never indulged into excess. But she invaded. And now the greyness consumes his being; drip by drip, by cell. First came a stabbing sudden, fleeting pain. Then deepening aches after exertion. And now hell on earth; even breath is pained. I am seized with the desire to touch him – just a simple hand upon his shoulder. Camaraderie? But it is not PC. And this sun … it shines onto his back and heats the place where the cobalt beams have redenned his ageing skin. She has almost finished stealing him. Even the life giving sun brings him pain. He will never be the same again. None of us will. © Allen Ansell 2023
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