Poem

I couldn't sleep, and I had something on my mind. So, I wrote this poem about past pain and recent praise. This is about the horrors of potential iatrogenic sequelae two decades post oncology.

Flashes of osteoradionecrosis
My face eaten away like phossy jaw
Dread filled thoughts for years
 
Catastrophizing caused by
Countless physicians and dentists
Warning, “Never do this thing!”
 
The bone-chilling event happened
The thing they said to never do was done
Yet my face remains hale and hearty
 
Praise God in the good times
Also praise God in the bad times, of course
This time was good, “Thank You LORD!”