He discharged me
It began sixteen years ago
alone in my car
strands of black squirts
sprawled across the
window of my left eye
both eyes afflicted
Numerous laser treatments
executed
staring into a bright
light that zapped
my eyes
till I thought
i would scream
then it stopped
the doctor came at me
with huge shots of Avastun
through my cornea
not always
numbed
i clenched the armrests
with nerves of steel
unable to move
as the needle
pierced my eye
only once you stayed
To watch
You took my hand that day
drove me home
made me tea
you drove me for each
treatment and 2 surgeries
patiently waiting
never complaining
Today he released me
good news
stable
no further damage
Alone in my car
i wept
relief
followed by
gratitude
that you were
by my side
on that uncertain
journey,
Today my daughter
shared
daddy said that you were going blind
all those years
no one ever spoke
those words.
Aloud
Today I wish
you could
savor the victory
you stayed for the
bulk of it
steadfast and strong.
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Good lord, Linda, you’ve been through hell.
Yeah – Type 1 diabetes for 40 years has complications.
Linda, so sorry you have had these struggles in life, but I am so happy I got to know you through your writing and am still getting to know you through your writing! Our poetry is a bond we will always share, my friend!
Yes! You introduced me to it! Great form of art and expression!
Linda
what a sad sweet
story that you
preserve in verse
Thanks!
What a deeply moving poem Linda. I’m glad you came out victorious!
❤️
I hate needles, and there is something very harrowing to losing vision, but still being able to see that needle going in.
But a very impactful story. I’m glad that you’re able to review and share the journey with us so that we can celebrate your victory with you.
Thx Philip!
Congratulations for the great news and for this thoughtful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Wow, a needle in the eye. This sounds awful and frightening. I’m glad you got good news!!
I absolutely felt the fear and exhausted relief in this piece.
“i clenched the armrests
with nerves of steel
unable to move
as the needle
pierced my eye”
is skin-crawlingingly visceral.
Sounds so painful.
There is healing in writing, too, isn’t there.