she said
look
I wasn't planning to throw a Sickie
halfway through the day
what happened is
I was going home for lunch
and I saw my son
I told you yesterday
about him having that chronic thing
that might turn out to be Cancer in his gut
the poor little bugger is only seventeen
anyway I saw him sitting on the fence
around the corner from home
and he was howling his eyes out
he's tried so hard to be brave
but he just couldn't hold it in
so I gave work away for the day
I'm sorry
I just knew that had to be my priority
I knew he was pretty sick
but I’ve tried to sort of protect him
from the facts of it
until I was sure just how bad it was
and could explain it all to him
but that f___ing Surgical Registrar
excuse my French
oh they're such clever Doctors
but absolute fools as people
he just blurted it out
as though he was talking to an adult
there's a hell of a difference
between seventeen years and fifty
when you're being informed
you might have a Cancer
I'd be grateful if you'd tell the other Shift Leaders
that I might need time off at short notice
if I speak to them myself
I'll just start crying again
and that wouldn't be any help to anyone
I don't know what's going to happen
I'll let you know
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Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 4 - acute observations.
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Wow! Such a strong sad write, how did the lad get on?
No, GF. I never knew the outcome. Think it might have been towards the end of my time at the service.
human interest that be sad.
It is, onepauly.
Frank,
So so sad! How long ago did this happen?
~Laura~
Ab out a decade now, I suppose.
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