Thursday, April 29, 2010

Hope, Pain, Sorrow.....Poem By Margie (A true Gift)

Here's one for you Betty...this is what the silly insomniac heppers do when they can't sleep
please feel free to use it in your blog if it helps.
hugs margi

I went to the doctor, my tummy is ill
He said I was fine and gave me a pill
I went to the clinic cuz my side hurt bad
The nurse was busy and just got mad
There s nothing wrong I heard her say
Just another patient and another day
Doctor, Doctor cant you see
its not in my head
Ive got Hep C

She went to the doctor a mother of three
Her neck was swollen her skin itchy
Cancer you have and these drugs will do
That Non A Non b thing is nothing to you
Cancer didn't kill her, the drugs they used did
They said good bye, each one of the kids
Doctor, doctor cant you see
Its not in her glands
Shes got Hep C
I went to the doctors my platelets were low
You're fine, have surgery, we really don't know
But this pain in my muscles and pain in my bone?
The time spent trying to get well, I want to groan
You're young, you're healthy you will heal real quick
I'm actually feeling sick sick sick
Doctor, Doctor can't you see
Its not in my head
I've got Hep C

He went to the doctor his skin was yellow
You drink too much you silly fellow
He gave him a lecture and a shot of B-12
His history as a vet, he forgot to delve
The aches and the pains he brought home from the war
He was too proud to complain he had survived much more
Doctor, Doctor cant you see
Its not in his bottle
Hes got Hep C

She went to the doctor her body ached and groaned
Her stomach was bloated, her head just moaned
I'm sorry Miss I am really not sure
But your card expired and your uninsured
We will send you to a clinic 100 miles away
You will wait several years for a doctor they say
Doctor, Doctor can you please help me
I have no job or money Hep C

He went to the doctor the best in town
He treated three times but it wouldn't go down
Dying might be a better idea
Than injecting more interferon into here
The doctor he told him, no more for you
Writing out your will is all that's left to do
Doctor, Doctor cant you see
My whole body is broken
And I've got Hep C

We are children, parents, husbands , wives and friends
It doesn't matter how it got us, it just did in the end
Some want to judge, some want to run
But curing and healing can only be done
With compassion and research and lots of trials
To cure this thing is a road of many miles
Doctors, lawyers, politicians, you want to poke
We have hep C and we need some hope
You argue, you fight, spend money on might
Your people are dying at home in a fright
We need your help, your compassion and concern
We need the misinformed to try and to learn
We don't want your pity, we want to feel well
We have the story that is each of our lives
to live
and to tell

Peace to all

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