Scenario from a Rushed Death
They discover a
foggy patch
on the
lung X-ray &
find what
looks like
a lump
in my
pancreas;
they’re pretty
sure that
it’s cancer
& they
feel they
need to
get in
there &
have a
look or
at least
bombard it
with chemo,
shrink it
to the
size of
a pebble,
whatever it is.
After my
aneurysm surgery
the pain got
so bad
once I
was home
again that
I went
back in
the hospital
voluntarily,
just for the
pain killer.
When I
got there
one doctor
said that
now I
had a
lump on
my kidney
while another
opioned I
had pneumonia.
They
put me
in a bed
with a
needle in
my arm
(which is
what I
came for)
shut the
light off
& left.
I sucked up
the Fentanyl.
When after
two days
I felt I
could handle
the pain
I said I
think I can
go home now &
they said
great.
I knew I
didn’t have
pneumonia
or a
lump on
my kidney &
the rectal
pain that
I never
mentioned
to the
doctors &
had been
waking me
up nights
for six
months
before the
operation
would be
gone now —
& it is.
From here
on out
I’ll not be
going to doctors
unless I
start spitting
blood,
& maybe
not even then.
