09/01/2019
I wrote this poem in 2015, from my own experiences and of those of fellow patients I have met in hospital during my surgeries :)
Whisper of a voice, our breathy talk,
Shortness of breath, aching legs, we need to slowly walk.
Please forgive us for excessive yawning.
Off to bed early, sleeping when day is past dawning.
Our breathing difficulties, from our throats within.
Tiredness, breathless, paling lips and skin,
Forgetful, shivers and sweats, our memory on go slow.
Because our oxygen levels have fallen so low
Being unable to work, to keep a job bringing in a regular pay
Days off sick, disciplines, final warnings stressful days
There are days we can give above and beyond our best,
On the other days all we can do is to sit and rest.
Shortness of breath trying to read the children’s books
To be able to play in the park, without getting awkward looks.
To be able to join in all of the family fun and games
But having to sit back out of breath, feeling lame.
At times our restricted breathing gets extremely tough,
To a point when we feel so tired and pushed beyond enough.
Various operations required time after time, as and when.
Never knowing when our airways will let us down again.
Our breathing can bring moments we endlessly endure.
When will they finally find that long awaited cure.
We smile, we cry, we laugh and get scared put on a brave face,
To be able to breathe, to know we can reach that better place.
We live each precious moment and value every day,
For each breath and we try not to waste our air away.
Each day we get stand up against the Stenosis with all our fight.
To walk the beaches, sand in our toes, the sun so warm and bright
To breathe in the freshest of air, go for walks to breathe with a gentle ease
Those precious moments any one of us would be so pleased.
December 2015
