A little tumor humor never goes amiss !
I suddenly remembered that I wrote a poem last October after my second MRI.
Here it is:
Once upon an MRI table
So noisy I thought it was the Tower of Babel.
I mused and pondered my neuroma of yore.
As I lay there weak and nauseous
From the contrast in my veins,
Suddenly a voice from nowhere
Asked what music I would like to hear.
Golden oldies did I tell her,
Told the voice from out of here.
Only those and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember,
It was in the bleak December,
That I lost my right side hearing
And heard weird tones from in my brain.
Along with tones I had bad balance,
Like as drunk but without drink.
What is this, I wondered,
That has been inflicted,
Inflicted upon me evermore.
A timely visit to the doctor led me to the ENT.
Led me to the ENT who sent me
To the noisy MRI.
MRI that found neuroma, shock that put me an a coma.
Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
T'is some error, did I mutter.
Only this and nothing more
Alas, alack, it was no error.
Neuroma present, albeit small.
ENT said watch and wait,
I resigned me to my fate.
Six months later, on the table.
Golden oldies in my ear,
Long I lay there, wondering, fearing,
Dreaming dreams no mortal
Ever dreamed before.
Shortly after, went to records,
Filled out form and got CD.
Brought it home to view the image
And this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment,
And this mystery explore.
Sure enough, neuroma grew some,
Thing of evil from horror's shore.
Then methought of how to kill it,
Cut it out or zap it dead.
As of now I still am thinking,
Thinking how to kill neuroma,
So it bugs me nevermore.
(Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.)
A few months later I opted for zapping.
