They
want me on the “Liver-List” they say that mine’s gone bad
They
ack like I deserve it, as tho I were a cad.
I
take their words; with salt, tho I can have none.
If
I take; someone’s Liver, is the battle really won?
I
can’t go back and change my past, or the road I chose to travel
But
I wished I could, for you can see, it’s become such a ravel.
I
wished I’d never heard the word Hepatitis C.
Nor
done the things for it to get, it’s horrid grip on me.
I
never have much energy, and sometimes I get so mad.
But
when I really think of it, it only makes me sad.
The
Chemo didn’t work for me, although they said it would
It
almost took my mind from me, and I didn’t know it could.
My
loved ones are supportive, but they really don’t understand
Sometimes
my work is hard, and I’d really like a hand.
They
say that I should quit my job, and find something else to do.
Said:
“Rotator Cuff Disease is doing a number on you”.
They
have me see a Theropist and sometimes it really helps.
But
when he turns my arm at times, I scream out in yelps.
My
cabinet has so many pills, you’d think I owned a store
I
have to take so many, I surely want no more.
I
feel just like a guinea pig as they gouge, poke & pry
At
times; when I hear “New Tests”, I want to scream and cry.
I’m
not asking for your pity, I have enough of my own
I
repent of it each day I live, if I have to make this known.
All
I know is I that I need your prayers to Our Father up above
And
I know that I will always bask, in His never dieing love.
Copyright © 2005 Sydell R. Linsicombe