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T’was the week before Christmas and all through the forum
Not a creature was stirring, expecting a storm.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace with care
I’d stubbed my big toe and the left had a tear.With Kiowa nestled all snug in his barn,
He’d captured a fugitive, told a tall yarn.
With Jack in his kerchief and I in my cap
David was in Florida with a U.S.A map.When up on the forum there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the Windows I flew like a flash
Just praying my hard drive had not taken a crash.The moon on the breast of the rain and the sleet
Gave the lustre of Hurricane Hazel on the street.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
A miniature urologist with a scope, oh, dear.That little old uro was lively and quick
But I did not like much where that scope he did stick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.By then I was thinking he could not be gladder
When all of a sudden he arrived at the bladder:
“To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
I’ll resect those tumours, I’m having a ball!”And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each nurse’s hoof.
As I drew in my breath and was squirming around
Down urethra he came with the tumours he’d found.They were dressed like a cauliflower, ugly and white
And they looked quite repugnant and gave me a fright.
A bundle of toys he had flung on the scope
And I wasn’t quite sure if at all I could cope.Their eyes how they twinkled, their dimples so ugly
I wondered how tumours like that found me snuggly.
But now they were gone, and of that there’s no doubt,
It was time for a bathroom break, “everyone look out!”My urologist sprang to his sleigh, gave a whistle.
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight:
“Bladder cancer is gone – and you’re feeling all right.”And I thought to myself how blessed really I was,
For a surgeon like that to do all that he does.
To take cancer away and to banish my fear,
To allow me to say with enjoyment: “All clear.”I don’t know what you’re facing at Christmas this year,
But whatever it is, please just know we are here.
We’re your friends on the internet, we have not met.
But you’ve shared and you’ve helped and we stand in your debt.Christmas morning will come with its magical cheer
And no matter what trials you’ve come through this year
Take time to acknowledge your blessings and smile,
We’ll see you next year and we’ll chat just awhile.To all who have suffered, for those we will miss,
That someone you long to be able to kiss.
For those who are anxious with trials severe
Just know we’ll go with you; we’ll always be near.So friends, Merry Christmas, let your smile be seen.
Don’t cry for what’s lost, just rejoice for what’s been.
Please be thankful for doctors and nurses who care,
And for BCC also – where you are, we’ve been there!Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
GregAll I can say is Amen!! Thanks for this poem Greg. You are a poet extraordinaire!!
I’d also like to add Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone. Many thanks as always to Bladder Cancer Canada and the above and beyond the call of duty support they give everyone. Cheers!!
Darn Greg! Made me cry too. But that was wonderful
I am so thankful to BCC . How would I have coped without all of you wonderful people? Can’t even imagine.
Each doctor visit so scary, but less so because of you all.Love and hugs, and have a Wonderful Merry Christmas and a grand New year.
Ki’s thinking takes a long, long time,
His noggin’ isn’t working.
His thoughts perhaps aren’t worth a dime
Until the coffee’s perking.But then he dazzles us with thought
Although his spelling’s bad.
Yes, Ki’s among the best we’ve got
For he’s a Taxan lad!
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