Post Number: 3
|Posted on Sunday, January 01, 2012 - 08:25 pm: ||
T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - STENZEL STYLE
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through my home,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my cell phone.
The nebulizers were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Transplant soon would be there.
My tired body was nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of a new life danced in my head.
And hubby in his flannel, and I in my c-pap,
Had just settled my brain for an Ambien nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I hobbled from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I coughed and sputtered,
Stepped on my oxygen tubing, tore open the shutters.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a miniature ambulance, and new lungs for me.
With a spunky driver, so lively and urgent,
I knew right away it must be the transplant surgeon.
More rapid than 911 his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called my name!
"Now Prograf! now, Prednisone! now, Cellcept and insulin!
On, Valcyte! On, Vfend! on, Septra and Amoxacillin!
With prayers and anticipation, I'm on top of the wall!
Now heal me, save me, bless my donor and all! "
As complications come, we're in for a ride,
When met with an obstacle, the team's at my side.
So up to the OR the courses we flew,
With the ambulance full of hope, and Santa Transplant too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my head,
The prancing and jiggling of each bottle of meds.
As I drew in my first breath, and was thrashing around,
Down the ICU hall, Santa Transplant came with a bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his feet,
And his delicate hands smelled of hand gel and coffee .
A bundle of meds he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
I hallucinated he was a reindeer, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mask was tied up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow.
For me, the vent was held tight in my teeth,
And oxygen encircled my head like a wreath.
I had a broad prednisone face and a little round belly,
That shook when I laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
Quickly I became chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And was so happy to breathe easy, in spite of myself!
A wink of my doc's eye and a nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And checked all my labs, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out of ICU he rose!
He sprang to his ambulance, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, `ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Transplant to all, and to all a good-night!"
- Adapted by Ana Stenzel, double lung recipient