Poem about the Chemo diet

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A friend of mine started 6x3 cycles of chemo on Monday for a triple positive invasive breast cancer. After she bemoaned the need to abstain from various foodstuffs she enjoys (especially soft cheese, but emphatically not kimchi) I wrote her this poem. She is very happy for me to post it. I hope you enjoy.

Btw, I wasn't sure what the rules are re cross-posting from the Express yourself forum. I went with 'beg forgiveness' rather than 'ask permission'!

You can keep the kimchi

     For Penny

When chemo’s done, I’ll drink a sea
of whole untreated milk in tea.
I’ll eat a Ferris wheel of Brie,
but you can keep the kimchi.

I’ll feast on oysters, meat done rare,
eat frites with moules marinières,
break bread in molten Camembert,
but you can keep the kimchi.

I’ll wolf down Wiltshire ham for two,
quaff casks of home-made scrumpy brew,
scoff sourdough toast with Danish Blue,
but you can keep the kimchi.

Bring cockles, mussels live-alive-o!

Eggs Benedict would fill a hole
or licking out the mixing bowl
then gorging on a Gorgonzol-
a — you can keep the kimchi.

Salami, sushi, scallops, clam,
smoked salmon, mayo, mousse, meringue,
prosciutto, pâté, Parmesan,
just
       kindly keep the kimchi!

  • Hi  and welcome to Macmillan.

    Thank you for sharing your poem and it’s fine to post this in more than one group-more people will see it that way. 

    I know I smiled reading it and I’m sure others will too-it’s very clever! Do you write a lot of poetry or was this a one off? I’m sure your friend will have appreciated it, so hope you might be able to do some more. 

    Sarah xx


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  • Thank you for reading! It's good to know it's bringing a smile or two :-)

    I write quite a lot of poetry, yes, in a right mishmash of forms. Mostly it's free verse related to faith and nature, but it occasionally bursts out into rhythm and rhyme.

    Part of my support involves finding out about the practicalities of my friend's treatment. It was a real surprise to see what's on the list (or rather lists, as they vary NHS Trust by NHS Trust) of foods to avoid, such as Sevilles and grapefruit.

    So a few didn't make the cut. An earlier version had "I’ll munch on marmalade for two" and the getting rather silly extension of the last verse...
    kefir from Kyrgyzstan
    poured over goat and grapefruit flan
    and then a grand preserving pan
    of Stilton, Roquefort, Wiltshire ham
    and even pro-biotic spam—
    my cunning done-with-chemo plan—

    Clare

  • It’s a long time since I’ve written any poetry myself, but I do love reading it and you’ve raised another smile here with the parts which didn’t make the cut! 

    My life also involves a lot of food I can no longer eat which I previously enjoyed-a reflection of health conditions other than my cancer-so perhaps I should think about penning an ode to the grapefruit, which is on my banned list! 

    Can I also add, I think this is a lovely way to support your friend.

    Sarah xx


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  • Looking forward to the Ode!

  • I’ll need to give it some thought, or maybe some thought in general to writing a poem again- it’s been a long time so I think I’ll need to get my thinking cap on! But I do hope to read more of your writing.

    Sarah xx


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  • OK, my dad came from Burns country, and this happened...

    Address to a Grapefruit

       For Sarah

    O Grapefruit! We must sound thy praise
    and celebrate with tuneful lays
    from breakfast time to end of days,
    Thou choicest fruit!
    for gifting us with such a taste
    none dare dispute.

    All other fruit doth seem to fade
    when set against thy marmalade
    or halved and in a trencher laid
    with grapefruit spoon
    to segment with serrated blade
    thy rosy moon.

    O Citrus paradisi fair!
    O Pamplemousse beyond compare!
    Thy globe must cross the world ensnare —
    annwyl Grawnffrwyth!
    Yet lovers must thy pips beware
    nor take thy pith.

    Fair full thy glowing sunset rind,
    O Chieftain of the citrus kind!
    Alas! These years I am resigned —
    I must thee miss.
    For in your radiant star I find
    a nemesis.