Fair warning: I don't haiku. Do you? If you do, perhaps you should check one of the others who is participating in the WEGO writing challenge. This requires too much thought for a chemobrain. First retain a thought. Then, count syllables? Then, connect a third phrase to the already forgotten thought because I was too busy counting. It could be fun. If I had some poetic skill for starters and a working "working memory" for enders.
I will take a stab, at writing haiku for you. First, I'll start counting.
My friends are dying. I am sad, I am upset. Only one fix: research.
That pink ribbon sucks. Symbolic of no progress. Pink must fade to black.
I hate breast cancer. Especially the mets kind. Fearless friends force change.
I'd know what to do. If I only had a brain, not fried by chemo.
I love my body. My scars will not define me. They are part of me.
I'm a bitch blogger. Don't tell me I should calm down. Have balls, sign your name.
Think before you pink. Time for us to make a stink. Burn the ribbon now.