An Excellent Surgeon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Meeting the surgeon for the first time, eye to eye contact,
remarkable lure.
Great personality, a little quiet - tame, but instant
recognition there of an intelligent person.
Trusting him implicitly with a knowing deep inside that if
anyone could help, it would be him.
Surgery scheduled, clearance given a week before, then it's
suddenly cancelled.
Changing insurance twice so the surgeon could do the surgery
worked, it was again scheduled, cleared and I went into the
hospital at five in the morning on March 11.
As I went into surgery, my daughter-in-law went into labor.
A baby granddaughter was born at four p.m.
Out of the hospital the following afternoon, home to rest and
recuperate without any fuss.
After the surgeon shook my hand, I told him he was awesome,
and saw his smile go clear to his eyes - the sparkle of joy
was shining.
Then off to see my new Granddaughter with joy in my heart,
my life having been saved from cancer again.

(9: 11 a.m. - 3/22/11)