People’s eyes tell their story
as sitting quietly deep in thought,
magazines remain unread,
heads often bow in contemplation.
A visit to Oncology is a serious affair,
the television that no-one watches
or at least in glancing view
doors that often open
but never seem to be for you.
Faces flushed in anxious stares,
no one likes sitting here
on daily wiped plastic chairs.
The receptionist whose eyes
seem not to engage,
that must be thinking of supper
with her lover or of special days,
perhaps of summer holidays
spent in some sunny Costa’s far away…
You wait thinking best thoughts
and then into the ‘hands clean zone’
weak smiles greet you there,
no holidays for the many
connected to their life lines,
some sucking lollies that cool
the fire that hopefully will cure all,
a visit to Oncology is a serious affair.
The “ding ding dongs†of bleepers
tell in never ending harmony
a different ‘chemo story’
for those sweet worried faces sitting here,
some of fear; their eyes resigned
to all that fate may bring.
I look at the signs around the suite
telling of special wigs and treats,
the cleverly placed plaque
above my head that reads
“God give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot changeâ€
so beautifully written
in perfect flowing Italic hand
by someone who perhaps
also spent many hours in this room.
Zena Jean Giessen commented on your link:
“Hmm! Susie, so true & don’t I know. Being strong, positive, the need to be with your loved one’s & hoping for the BEST are the only thoughts that absolutly consume your mind, as you know oh! so well. All my love to both of you XX “
Thanks Dearest Friend xxxx
“You have a lovely way with words that bring out the real depth of emotion, positive vibes from our corner of the world. Aud x”
“I have spent the whole evening reading your webs,it is heartbreaking,but your poems are inspirational.I have a lot of illness myself,too much to go into now,but nothing as hard as what Harmada is going through.Jo has turned into a very handsome young man.Love and prayers to you both,keep in touch. Love Karen xxx”
You have a beautiful website dedicated to your husband. What wonderful poems! I will pray for the two of you.
Michael Morse said…
I walk the halls you so perfectly describe, see the worried looks and feel the fear. I pick the patients off those daily wiped plastic chairs and put them on my daily wiped metal stretcher, and take them out of there. Only when I take them, I think they would rather stay.
Best to you and Hamada, Susie
4 March 2010 20:12
Sid said…
Susie,
Your powers of observation are superb, that’s exactly as it is.
Love and good health to Hamada and yourself.
Sid