The Cancer Ward
The cancer ward.
We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer
we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been successful
A name was called a man on crutches rose, tried to look dignified
not easy on walking aids.
I thought, if I wait, so he comes out if he throws the canes away
it will be a great day; quite biblical.
My name was called; I got up from my chair, slowly, stretched
like a man without any worries.
Theatrical, I had a captive audience.
Cabinet 24, I took off my t-shirt and laid down on a bench
A doctor came in, cast a side glance at me, looked into a computer
nodded his head, gave instructions to the nurse and left.
Bastard!
He had no bedside manners must be a busy surgeon.
A nurse, with a motherly smile, removed the stitches and told me
the tumor had been removed, but I had to come back for a check-up
in three weeks, time
Back in the waiting room, I said to my wife, ok, darling, let’s go for a coffee.
Were you nervous, she asked. Me! I’m the king of cool.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2023
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