Written by Chris P – Thyroid Cancer Patient
How do I hate thee?, Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the flab and breadth and weight
My waistline has reached, and feeling not right,
For loosing hair, losing, sleep because I can’t count sheep.
I hate thee to the level of, everydays
Synthroid, and water day and night.
I hate thee freely, as I forget what I type.
I hate thee purely, as I am always in a fog.
In my doctor’s office, and in the laboratory
I hate thee with an increasing passion that
Grows with every needle that sticks Ã¢â‚¬” I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!, –, And, if the universe chooses,
I shall but hate thee better after your death.
(Bio) Chris P is a thyroid cancer patient and part of the Wings of Hope Team, raising funds for a cure for thyroid cancer.