Thursday 30 January 2014

Brittle bones

No more massages for my mum
She just called me up to say that's it
Can't have anyone try to ease her pain
Her bones could snap & take her life
Her pain is being handled by patches
The doctor just upped her dose to cope
For he warned it was too dangerous
To manipulate or massage that part
So no more chiropractors: no masseuse
We just can't take that chance: it's past
Yes way past that time: maybe he'll
Give her stronger medication: then again
Her blood sugar levels have hit the roof
It's that Chemo causing it: there's the proof
But at least she's responding to treatment!
Only prayers will keep her going: I have proof!
Our dear Lord listens in: hears our prayers
So every day without fail! 
I will upon my Lord prevail!

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