Poem by Sandy Cameron
Sandy Cameron wrote this poem, with help from Mary Scondane, based on his experiences of a heart attack. He says: "Thanks to love, excellent treatment, good management, an unsurpassed health service and doing what I was told, plus everything being in the right place at the right time I am still here with five beautiful grandchildren and my lovely wife (Joan, pictured right with Sandy), also now retired, enjoying the autumn of our lives. Still taking my statins, it works for me."
I have had a bit of a do
I do not know what to say, I have had a funny day
As I pottered round the garden, I came over all strange
Indigestion is not familiar to me, but I felt a sort of burn
High in my chest towards the throat, maybe a funny turn.
I opened my eyes, what is the fuss, had I been hit by a bus?
No, a gentle voice replied, but do not worry you're fine now
A doctor, nurse, and others too, a mask, tubes, wires, fuss
I'd had a heart attack; don’t understand, why when and how.
Seems these things can be silent so they say, now what I pray
The hospital did me proud, poked, prodded, and tested
An explanation that I could understand, I need a stent or three
A procedure they do every day, I will feel better they tell me.
Stents all done, all went well, it is my family that give me hell
You do too much, sit down and rest; they mean well but are a pest
I feel refreshed a new man, many things I need to do while I can
Now I walk, a gentle pace, breathe fresh air, taken to music, a fan.
It’s been many months now and to be fair for a while I did despair
I know my limits, I take a new view, very seldom am I blue
I keep in touch others I met in rehab, not all have faired as me true
Lucky is me and grateful thus, thanks NHS and all the staff, from us.
Heart attacks in many forms I learned, also there is often a warning of concern
Listen out for a hint or twinge, ease off especially fags and binge, just learn
Not all are lucky like me, so with such verse I make a plea, easy is the way
Avoid strain, tension, and excess, appreciate the simple diet, live another day.
Cherish your health service, respect your body, and take time make it clear
Do not let anybody denigrate or dissipate a national service we hold dear
You never know the day, the hour, or time when you and your loved ones
Bad weather or fine, depend and need an ambulance, doctor or nurse time.
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