Gala Appointments and Occasions

J in second lane away establishing a good lead in backstroke.

If I were not ill already,
It occurs to me, you know,
That events do go on steady
Guaranteed to make me so.

Take today: patiently waiting,
So that patient I could be,
But to find a waiting rating
Just not high enough I’d see.

The neuro-type appointment
Did proceed quite well enough,
Giving news about my problem
In some terms both frank and tough.

It appears that cancer spreaded,
Pretty well along my spine,
And to stop me being deaded
That it must be kept in line.

Radiotherapy was booked then
For the evening, half-past-six,
Which quite sadly would be just when
A school gala came to mix.

At the gala, call informed me
Their machine had just gone wrong,
So – Hooray! – I was now left free
To with gala stick along.

And the girls both did us credit
With Jeneva winning all,
And Rhiannon win or place in
Every race you care to call.

Now tomorrow with no breakfast
Yet more blood tests will be done,
And then on therapy insist —
Oh, don’t I have such fun!

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