[Places carefully nurtured positive attitude to one side, rolls up sleeves...]
- For all the people who will leave their doctor's surgery today having heard those hateful words
- For all the kids (and adults) who have been bullied for "bein' fat and lazy, and havin' eaten too many sweets, ha! ha!" and all the other lies, prejudices and misconceptions you revel in
- For all the families who grieve for someone you stole from them
- For all the minutes, on all the days, in all of the last 20 years that I've had to waste thinking about you
- For hanging over each one of us, our families and loved ones like a fetid black cloud full of the threat of coma and complications
- For your inconsistency
- For making 'feeling a bit hungry' a possible signal of a life-threatening medical emergency rather than just being a bit peckish and your attempts to suck the joy out of every single mealtime
- For the anxiety you caused my parents (and still do) when they blame themselves, worry what they did wrong, and wonder whether any of their grandchildren will 'get it now'
- For robbing my life of what little spontaneity I ever possessed
- For the sheer spirit-crushing, unrelenting, never-ending, no-days-off-ever grind of it all
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