Years of My Life

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

2012–2013 School Years

Retired

And then the news came (knew it would)—

The sort of news that isn’t good.

My cancer numbers, climbing still—

And though I wasn’t feeling ill,

My doctor said, “Due to the climb

I think you know it now is time—

The next step in our therapy.”

I knew what this would mean for me:

Yes, hormone shots—to stop the growth.

The worst effects? I knew them both:

Libido gone, much weariness—

I was depressed (I must confess).

So in July I took the shot—

And soon was feeling very “hot,”

For heat infusions also came—

And nothing, nothing was the same.

But good news, too, while I did mourn:

Another grandson had been born—

His name is Carson, quite a lad,

With quite a mom and quite a dad.

And he’ll turn nine this very spring—

What joy that little lad can bring!