I remember this time last year…
Blinding headaches
vomiting violently from treatment.
But the bathroom floor tile felt cool on my face.
More vomit.
Afraid to breathe
with each breath, more pain.
But the bathroom floor tile felt cool on my face.
Dry heaves.
Paralyzed with pain
this was my normal.
But the bathroom floor tile felt cool on my face.
Blood.
Was I dying?
I didn’t want to die.
The bathroom floor tile felt cool on my face.
Get up, God help me get up.
I’ve come a long way since then. And I am no longer laying on the bathroom floor tile.
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Lisa | May 13th, 2006 at 9:26 pm