Alone With My IV – Flash Fiction

Friday Fictioneers

Alone With My IV

drip
drip
drip
each drip of chemo makes me want to hurl
each drip brings me closer
closer to what?
life
death
somewhere in between

what happened to Quinn?
last week
we dripped
together
now he’s gone
something about too many white cells
or too few white cells
killing the wrong cells maybe
doesn’t matter I guess
today
I only have strength
for my own
drips

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This is a work of fiction. I have not experienced chemotherapy myself but I understand that it is a bitter/sweet experience being with others who are going through it along side you; a chance to form unlikely friendships and bonds. In reality, I think we always face illness alone.

More flash fiction can be found at Friday Fictioneers here. Tell your story in 100 words or less.

Be well,
Tracey

46 responses to “Alone With My IV – Flash Fiction

  1. Sad. The fragmented format of this piece reflects the fragmented thoughts that goes through the mind of the cancer sufferer.

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  2. Dear Tracey,

    I’ve had too many friends, not to mention my mother, experience this. The way you’ve crafted it makes it even more powerful.

    One little nitpick…the fourth line, did you mean ‘makes ME want to hurl?’

    As always you bring a fresh new voice to flash fiction that I’m thoroughly enjoying.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. last week we dripped together. This is my favorite line. Somehow it seems there should be a solidarity in “dripping”.

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  4. I have happily not experienced anything like this.. especially the three last lines of first stanza is chilling, as well as the first person perspective.

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  5. i kind of like it even it’s a little morbid. every word drips in the right places.

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  6. A sad realization of such a powerful chemical that kills in order to save and as always your story is excellent.

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  7. It’s so sad when the cure is almost as bad as the disease.
    Good piece.

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  8. This is brilliant Tracey. Really well done.

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  9. TV documentary C is for Cancer played this week. Tough medicine sometimes rejected like by young friend of ours who went the short sharp morphine route into oblivion.

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    • Patrick,
      One thing that I know for sure is that only the cancer patient can decide what’s best for them and sometimes the outcome is the same regardless of the choice, with aggressive cancers. It’s so much harder to watch in the youngest patients. I wanted this character to appear young by use of a slang vernacular. (And the 3 typos that I fixed) ha ha
      Tracey

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  10. I like the format of this piece following on from the drip, drip, drip. Nicely written.

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  11. Another fascinating sensitive piece. A sensitive doctor? Well, whaddya know?!

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  12. This is so good too. This tap photo seems to have inspired some serious writing this week – well done, very well written.
    KT

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  13. I loved this piece. Common suffering often creates a common bond. The drip, drip, drip, set the tone perfectly.

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  14. Great story. I can imagine it being just like this with the poison entering your body, hoping it kills what it’s supposed to. Also wondering what’s happened to other patients who just don’t come back any more.

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  15. That somewhere in between place – described very effectively. Quite hard to read (in the nicest possible way!) and very sad.

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  16. Situations like this show us that we are alone with ourselves, always. I like the strength of the MC shining through despite the sadness and stress, she doesn’t give up. Great story/poem.

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  17. I’ve never had cancer either or been in the room when someone was receiving chemo but I feel you described jst as it would be.

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  18. Tracey, I like the fragmented feel of this, especially for your subject. I bet it is a lonely experience. Nicely done.

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  19. Way too sad to click the “Like” button, but excellently written.

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  20. Now that is an original take on the prompt! It’s heart wrenching.

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  21. Very realistic story, Tracey. I know what you mean by wanting to suffer in private. I need to keep as much control of my mind as possible. I don’t like being touched any more than necessary if I’m in pain. You must have used your knowledge as a doctor to make things more real. Well done. — Suzanne

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  22. Poetic, painful, and powerful.

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