By Jill Rackham
“Mental Chatter” we have become very good friends.
Always chatting to me there is no end.
Hearing the word “cancer” has definitely made you more prominent.
However, I really don’t want you to be this dominant.
You are really quite animated during the night.
Sometimes your chatter does give me a fright.
Repeating conversations with the oncologist, you were listening so well.
I wonder “Mental Chatter” how long you will be around, only time will tell.
You remind me of each surgery and the surgeon’s every word.
I don't need your reminder, I won’t forget anything I heard.
I am so ready for a peaceful night’s sleep, that is all I ask.
Maybe you could give me some much needed peace at last.
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