My friend Chemo.
She likes to throw wild parties in my body without caring about the hangover.
She is my protector, my shield and my defence.
She strips the bark off my trunk and peels off my branches but still allows new buds to grow.
She's brutal but doing it for my own good.
She's unpredictable but reassuring.
She's so so tiring but so worth the run.
She's a friend you love and hate.
She sees me as I am. She strips me down emotionally and physically but makes it possible for me to carry on.
She's honest.
She's relentless.
She taken my hair but not who I am.
She's takes my time but has given me peace and resilience.
She's tough, she's a force to be reckoned with.
She wears my team's colours, she's my cheerleader and has my back.
She's giving me the chance of a future.
She's giving my beautiful girls the chance of having me around.
She's given my husband and I a chance of growing old disgracefully together.
I am formidable with her on my side.
What a friend I have in her. 
A good friend told me to regard chemo not as an enemy but as a friend. That advice helps me immensely. I hope this helps people focus on positivity. 
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Hi Bowly B
Love the poem. Like you I regarded chemo as my friend. I am nearly two years cancer free now.
Best wishes
Daisy53
Thanks HazelJ
