Id like to post a poem I wrote May 1995. Five years into dialysis and one failed transplant. Lots of complications and a bad divorce with two young children. I fought but not always. Its been almost 25 years and im still fighting..... Here is my poem..... Once again it is time to go To the unit, with others I know First they say weigh then take a seat Just sit b ack and kick up ur feet The next thing you know the blankets are spread From the tip of your toes, to the top of your head! Then come the sticks, 1, 2, 3, & 4 God how those needles make my arm so sore! Some days are okay, alot are bad.... Isnt it funny how this chair makes you sad?! Dear God how I want to run away A prisoner I am, every other day! Well, now im running and God only knows Wonder what will happen as they turn up my flow? Trapped! Lying in this big brown chair Feelings of anxiety, Exist Everywhere!! As they give me my medicine, I will try to nap While my warm dirty blood, lies across my lap... If all goes well and im able to say After 3 1/2 hours, Ive made one more day! So once again in my dialysis seat Theyve cleaned my blood and im back on my feet So to all of you who help keep me living Thanks so much for all youve been giving!!
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 06:41:17 +0000
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