I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time pontificating whether I should post this. It’s whimsy and self-indulgent, it isn’t going to become a new category; I don’t see a huge demand for blood cancer poetry, but this is part of my story and I am grateful for my monthly tablet delivery.

Hopefully you’ll find this funny or amusing and that you’ll forgive the interruption from more serious matters. Thanks, Kris

An Ode To The Man from Derby
Once a month, on a Friday; a visit from a man from Derby.
He brings me tablets that keep me alive; we have a chat, on my drive.
How’s the weather, traffic, van? Small-talk with this superb man.
We never talk about health or me; he delivers the cancer medicine you see.
He fears the answer, it’s in his eyes. If only he’d ask, big surprise.
I’m feeling good and doing well; Docs are pleased with my blood cells.
And then he’s gone, my knight from BUPA to guarantee someone else’s future.
What he’s not aware of though; he’s part of the team that keeps me on-the-go.
So thank you Derby-man, I love you very much; perhaps one day I’ll tell you as much.
But until then let’s keep our love secret and keep your visits about my treatment.
Joking aside, thank you my friend; my life comes in a box; on which you I depend.
KG

Kris Griffin from Access CML Drugs

Kris Griffin from Access CML Drugs