I had another clear scan last week, and found this poem I’d written back in 2017 when I was sitting in the main concourse of Addenbrooke’s Hospital nervously drinking tea before having radiotherapy.
Who’s Worse? by Stevie Turner
Here I sit and drink my tea
Before my appointment in Oncology.
A sea of people pass before my eyes,
Fat ones, thin ones; every shape and size.
On their way to who knows what?
Maybe to see a doctor and find out what they’ve got.
Whatever they have I bet I can see
Someone here who’s worse off than me.
Yes, there he is, a little old dude
In a wheelchair and with an oxygen tube.
Here I sit in my wheelchair and seethe
‘Cos I’ve smoked all my life and now I can’t breathe.
I’m on this pill and that one, green, red and blue,
Still no difference; I…
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