Tuesday, January 11, 2011


This little phrase holds a special memory for me.  It's the response my paternal grandmother would give whenever anyone asked her how she was doing.  Cute, true, and an all encompassing assessment that was more than most of us give.  Well, it was a bit of an inspiration as I attempted another poem for my older sister whose dealing with a hospitalization and some unanswered questions, right now.  I just got off the phone with her and I'm happy to report she's scheduled to go home tomorrow, with oxygen.  I'd like to say that all the tests yielded a definitive conclusion to all she's been experiencing lately. But, alas, none have been forthcoming.  She does have some breathing issues and recently was diagnosed with COPD. That stands for Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.  Also they've discovered some blockage in her heart.  Having had a staph infection in the past, she's not a candidate for any surgery so all she can do is to take blood thinners to keep the pressure of blood flowing through her heart to a minimum.  The attached was a little spirit lifter I wrote to let her know she's cared for.

by Patty Lynn

Now when it comes to medicine
We're at a disadvantage,
For doctors hold the cards, you see,
We pray they don't mismanage.

The tests, the pills, technology,
Our fate is in their hands,
To diagnose, evaluate,
Design our treatment plans.

Sometimes we're just like guinea pigs,
Test subjects for their folly.
We're poked and prodded endlessly,
Left anything but jolly.

But still we must succumb to this,
If answers can be found.
Besides they get it right, sometimes,
Effect a turnaround.

And we begin to feel again
The way we used to feel.
We're up and taking nourishment,
Delighted by a meal...

Of meat, potatoes, vegetables,
Now don't forget dessert.
No more down in the dumps are we.
We're smiling and alert.

For now please focus on the prize,
Not illness, feeling low.
Instead, though it's predictable,
It's home you want to go.

That's where you find contented days,
Familiarity's gift
Of solace only home can bring
And spirits find their lift.

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