Results 1 to 2 of 2

Thread: It Wasn't Suppose To Happen Like This - Update

  1. #1
    Registered User DRayVan's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jun 2018
    Posts
    52

    It Wasn't Suppose To Happen Like This - Update

    “Help me! It’s her heart!”
    “Call Code Charley!”
    Nurses and doctors descending,
    fanatically attending.

    Alarm’s shrieking:
    Warning! Warning!
    “Heart’s failing.”
    Shouting orders:
    “Meds, IVs, EKGs.”

    Quick pace, hurrying.
    Rush it, scurrying.
    Coming, going, moving like a
    well-rehearsed drill-team.
    “She’s stable. Wait. Observe.”

    “Heart needs a pacemaker.”

    A routine procedure, usually,
    goes horribly wrong.
    As if struck by lightning,
    heart’s wiring was fried.
    Now, artificial pulsing,
    keeping you alive.

    Agonizing, watching from afar.
    Heart’s beating too fast,
    tethering you abed. Will you ever
    enjoy normal-life activities again?

    Doctors have answers, maybe.
    Meds could help, maybe.
    A simple “I’m sorry” maybe
    would ease our pain. Maybe
    but not likely said.

    You were the healthy one.
    In my wildest dreams,
    it wasn’t supposed to happen this way,
    but it did, and I’ll
    stand by you no matter what;
    each day will be our new adventure.

    Despondency.
    Fear.
    Follow-up.
    Checkup.

    When we hear,
    “Heart’s beating on its own. ‘Twas a
    temporary overload, no damage done,”
    it’s momentary disbelief.

    These are sinking-in words,
    wonderful words,
    hoped-for words,
    prayed-for words.

    Relief. Then praise.
    Isn’t the heart divinely designed?
    A wonder of creation,
    an accidental rearrangement of slime, it’s not.

    Pacemaker’s tracking, not pacing,
    Heart’s resting, quit racing. “She’ll be
    resuming normal-life activities, soon.”
    The mundane of life, isn’t it grand? And making
    New Year Resolutions is pure joy.
    What a difference
    ten days can make.

    Exhilaration.
    A celebration.
    Eyes bright blue,
    their former
    sparkle returned.

    Cheeks blush,
    lips flush,
    “I didn’t get you anything for Christmas.”
    “But you’re the best gift, ever.”

    Holding hands and
    giving thanks to Him for
    another Christmas together.
    Rejoice with us.

  2. #2
    Registered User
    Join Date
    Dec 2017
    Posts
    73
    I felt the intensity, every moment of worry and relief.

    If this is a true event I am happy for you in your wife's (?) recovery

Similar Threads

  1. If It Wasn’t for You
    By Bam Bam Chillin in forum Personal Poetry
    Replies: 1
    Last Post: 07-05-2013, 09:03 AM
  2. The House That Wasn't
    By MystyrMystyry in forum Personal Poetry
    Replies: 1
    Last Post: 08-28-2012, 08:43 PM
  3. It wasn't me.
    By Thinking in forum General Writing
    Replies: 4
    Last Post: 06-15-2010, 02:18 PM
  4. Well that wasn't smart...
    By Damaster4u in forum General Chat
    Replies: 2
    Last Post: 04-08-2009, 07:00 PM

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •