Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Pre-surgery poetry

Tis the night before surgery
I am nervous as can be
My husband's a mess
Contemplating a possible tracheotomy.

Since his trachea's eroding
The cartilage's almost gone
A breathing tube in his neck
Is a conclusion that's forgone.

If the dilation of scar tissue
Is not altogether successful
Then a feeding tube in the small bowel
Will be next on the surgeon's schedule.

I am numb
Vic is mad
This is all so surreal
But this time tomorrow
We'll be home -
Time again to heal.

1 comment:

  1. Holy anger. I believe there is such a thing. Feel my arms around you, holding you up in prayer.