Sometimes, repetition isn't so bad

     Every six months I have to go through a six hour infusion.

2nd Poem:

(dumb as the first, just a little bit longer and MUCH worse)

Anticipating Rituxan

It is time again for an infusion.

My next appointment approaches in days,

Hoping to slow this diseased intrusion.

Up before the sun, and in seclusion,

In the car by the light of the moon's rays,

It is time again for an infusion.

Avoiding the rush hour confusion,

My trek goes through many familiar ways:

Hoping to slow this diseased intrusion

At Shepherd I am met with inclusion,

Greeted by smiles and friendly displays.

It is time again for an infusion.

Checked in and ready for the perfusion,

The 'pre meds' put me in a slight haze-

Hoping to slow this diseased intrusion.

Six hours later, there's one main conclusion:

Never surrender! For, I am always:

Hoping to slow this diseased intrusion.

It is time again for an infusion.