The New Normal
Yesterday
My seven year
old
Politely asked
the nurse
Could she please
get the freeze spray first?
The IV is the
worst part
At the start he
was too sick to
care
That minor stick
only a thousandth of the pain in his small body
Irrelevant
I thought I
would watch him die
He was dying
White cell count
elevated
Anemic. Blood
transfusions needed
He had stopped
talking
I lie on his
stick legs in the
Metal hospital
crib
As they fed the
tube up his nose
On the day when
he could no longer say my name
When the doctor
came
With hope in the
form of difficult choices
He said
“This will be
his normal.
He is only
three. He will not remember a time
before.”
And that was odd
and at the same time
comforting.
It was also
true.
And though I
carried him back for the first treatments
Yesterday he
walked beside me
chattering all
the way
I have taken him
to every single treatment.
I taught him to
look away and to breathe slowly
When the IV had
to go in.
There is no
choice.
It has to be
done.
Every eight
weeks
The IV must go
in.
This is the new
normal for us.
Once, the
hospital messed up and
sent me the bill
staggering in the thousands for just one visit
For a fix that
makes him well
and an artist, a
good student, my living child.
His bill is
covered because what
he has is a
disability
It is the
difference between
Living and
Dying.
It has to
happen.
The IV has to go
in.
But the new
national normal
Would change all
of this
One of my
senators called kids like him
“Burned out
buildings”
Not worth the
renovation
Not worth
spending on
So I called and
I wrote and I tweeted and I emailed and I signed all the petitions.
And I begged
people I knew and didn’t know to do the same.
My own cousin
wrote
“Trump will make
America great again. Wait and see.”
And her sister
wrote
“Why are you
always so angry?”
Because this is
the new normal.
And yesterday
He asked by
himself for something
To help erase
the last
Of the pain that
stands between him and eight weeks
of wellness.
And every day I
will check the news to see if it will be a day
That I can
breathe a little
Or a day where I
will fight on
Because this is
the new normal.
~MG Gainer
5/18/18
MG Gainer: English
Professional for hire (Editing, Social Media, Instructor); proud WV native, so
keep your jokes to yourself. Pronouns: She/her
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