My world is shrinking to fit my size
No more travels far and wide
Less is more put to the test.
Resolved, I receive more than I can give
With expectation I look ahead.
Quick enough a challenge came.
Doctor found upon my back
Basal cell cancers he would remove.
Procedure for me is old hat
But how to manage the bandage change?
Clearly I cannot by myself
I will have to ask for help.
Foreign to my can-do soul
I accept what must be done
I’ll ask my friends.
At home with foreign destinations
I stalled at walking down the hall
To knock on doors to state my quest
To apartment neighbors on my floor.
Five lovely women all said “yes”.
With zip-lock bag of necessaries
I appear to bare my back
To ministrations while we talk.
Novel way for back-fence chats
To bring us close.
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I am so glad you asked for help and if I was your neighbor dear i would be lining up! I hope all is well and you are doing good! Sorry to hear about the cells but sounds like it is under control xxx
Thanks for your good wishes. I’ll be fine. It’s trying to get a bandage on my back that is the challenge.
yes that would be very difficult on your own!
Thankful you found someone to help you and I commend those five women for their acts of kindness. Hope all goes well with you.
Thanks for your good wishes. A nurse who also lives in the building has joined the others. They are all a blessing.
I’m sorry to hear about your diagnosis and send you best wishes for your recovery, I’m glad you were able to find a posse of helpers.
Andrea, thanks for your well wishes. The skin cancers are basal cell and no threat. Just a nuisance to care for after the removal. I’ve ended up with the retired nurse who lives in my apartment building coming every morning to put the bandage on my back. She is a delightful person I wanted to get to know better. the feeling is mutual with her. Happy ending. 🙂
So happy to hear you’ll be all right. I do not know you but I have a feeling because you are such a wonderful spirit and would’ve done the same for them, you get back what you have given and I’m sure there are many who have been fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of your radiance. Happy ending indeed 🙂
Thanks for your caring words. This is a time of mutual gifting. My wounds are healing wonderfully.
You tell your story so well. I am happy that you received treatment, assistance and an opportunity for a chat up with the neighbors. All my best to you.
Lovely comment. Thanks.
Happy New Year! I’m glad that the cells are only basal. I understand. Just went through this with a patch on my chest near the clavicle. I love how honest you are in this piece-I can’t stand asking for help either. Love and hugs & happy poetry! ❤
Good to hear from a kindred spirit. Thanks for wishing me happy poetry. I’ve been so immersed in family and my own health matters that I’m more in a prose place. I want to get back to poetry. Everything that was alarming to me has worked out. i don’t know why I worry. Love and hugs to you. ❤
I can so relate… when you are the doer-helper-fixer-resolver, it is difficult to ask others to help you. For some, it is a question of humility… for others, a desire not to be burdensome. There is freedom in being able to ask for help, and you never know where it may lead. 🙂
I’m learning how connected to other people it makes me feel to ask for help. It is a lovely freedom. Thanks.