Last Chemo Session
'Last chemo session! Ring the bell three times!'
Said the sign on the wall beside the big, metal hub.
I had hesitated, but a smiling attendant
A gentleman, a very gentle man from front desk
Hopped it to the kitchen
And returned with two, huge, metal spoons.
He pressed them into my hand. 'Go for it!'
And I struck the silver gong three times:
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The clanging rang through the whole ward
Alerting patients ranged in 'therapy' chairs,
Past cubby-hole rooms and private offices.
Bright, thrilling reverberations
Jangling your very backbone.
And the staff poured into the hallway.
So many familiar faces smiling
With genuine delight shining in their eyes.
'Good-bye. Good-bye! Good luck!'
I wanted to hug them for their care -
Their kindness - their patience -
Like friends, almost family!
But – you know – 'germ-y stuff'!
And I refrained, but I so wanted to.
Maybe they knew. I hope they knew.
They were wonderful
The people who cared for me, every single one.
May God bless them wholly -
Nurses – therapists -consultants - techicians -
Surgeons – anaesthetists - pharmacists -
Switchboard operators -ambulance drivers
Cleaners – cooks - volunteers – EVERYBODY.
'Thank you' hardly seems adequate.
But I have nothing else to offer.
Except - MY LIFE!
Cynthia Buell Thomas, April, 2019