Ode to Prednisone
by Marsha Sray
Oh, you five orange chalky tablets separated in my
you taste so bitter going down and like to get stuck where
my tonsils used to be.
I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, spread thin on both sides,
makes you much more cooperative ... and tasty.
Your side effects are many and varied and quite interesting
My favorite is the hunger that cannot be tamed and quite
possibly the ‘inappropriate happiness’ and ‘loss of contact
with reality’ from which I surely suffer, but can’t bring
myself to care.
I do not enjoy the shaking hands and the weakness in the
knees, but from the bulging eyes and acne, happily
I am spared.
For five days after chemo, you are my constant friend as
you immunosuppress and beat down the lymphocytes that
I proclaim I can handle the short-term effects of insomnia,
euphoria, and rarely mania, as long as you keep cancer
from taking me.
Prednisone, you are my unwanted hero.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Marsha Sray is a non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma survivor living in Round Rock, TX. She finds humor to be her greatest ally in her battle with cancer
This article was published in Coping® with Cancer magazine, May/June 2008.