Welcome to throw-back-Thursday. I wrote this piece during a creative writing class back in 2011. It is just as relevant to me today.
Motorised haven stationary in a sea of exhaust
Park, lift, push buttons, rush, waiting room full
Agitated air but green light…all clear
Walking back past sad, tired faces in oncology
For us it’s just one of those days.
It won’t stop; getting worse, shaking body and faraway eyes
Sickening realisation, need help 0 0 0
Cavalry arrives – calm, reassuring; have to travel but no siren
White coats, medicine, tests, time…we can go home
This time just one of those days.
Tubes, syringes, vomit, nappy explosion, washing
Mail, messages, calls, orders, emails, following up
All themed alike – medical,management, advocacy
Screaming for air; drowning under the weight of responsibility
F*#%…it’s one of those days.
Opportunities to learn, to grow, to love, to accept
A secret club of knowing, sharing with similar souls
Time plods on; survival, even happiness
Christmases, birthdays blend with hospital visits…life is OK
After all, it is just one of those days.