The day had finally come, and then the first one started fine    

I got into my room, and nothing seemed wrong at that time    

Then hemoglobin, heart rate, and blood pressure dropped too 

Heart In such distress, they rushed in, and called code blue 


I woke up feeling strange, but glad I didn't wake up dead  :  )

It took a week to stabilize and two more weeks in bed   

And after four long weeks,  was released and on my own

They said six months of therapy and healthcare at my home


           And now it is September, and I'm on my eighth transfusion       

         And after that first surgery, I'm going through much confusion       

    For as the second date approached, I couldn't even sleep   

       I just was so exhausted and so done with counting sheep       


     It was such a scary time, and that's why I am nervous        

   I try hard not to show it, but it's starting now to surface   

       The first one didn't go so well, and I am full of fear      

  So now I have to ask myself,  just why am I back here?