In the shadows where the weary tread, Fatigue raises its unwanted head. It’s not the tiredness of a long day’s end, But a constant weight, that no sleep can mend.
Once a builder with projects galore, Now simple tasks become a chore. A teen's vigor, now memories distant, Each move met with pain and resistance.
Naps, once foreign, now a daily delight, Resting anywhere within sight. Nausea whispers, a relentless blight, Brain fog steals the mind’s clear sight.
With ruler in hand, I pause and forget, memory loss a constant threat. Measurements forgotten, steps retraced, The plan, the design, perpetually misplaced.
Conversations falter, words escape, A story half-told, waiting to take shape. Hot flashes strike, in cold they burn, Foggy glasses, a constant concern. Sweat-soaked nights, sleep's fragile thread, Tossing, turning in a restless bed. Emotions swing, a pendulum wide, A storm within, no place to hide.
Through all these trials, a soul laid bare, Hope emerges in the love we share. Friends and family, a steadfast crew, Their strength and comfort, ever true.
In moments dark, when spirits fade, Their light surrounds, fears allayed. Through whispered words and gentle touch, They remind me, I am loved so much.
Though cancer's grip, and treatments drain, In their presence, I find strength again. With every hug, each hand held tight, They are my solace in the night.
So, in the shadows where I roam, I find my way, I am not alone. For love and care, a saving grace, In their embrace, I find my place.
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