The day finally came, and then the first one had gone fine    

When time for bed my restless legs, no way I could confine

Then hemoglobin, heart rate, and my blood pressure dropped too 

My heart was in so much distress, they had to call code blue 


I woke up feeling strange, but glad I didn't wake up dead  :  )

It took a week to stabilize and two more weeks in bed   

And after a long month, I was released and on my own

They said six months of therapy and healthcare at my home


           And now it is September, and I'm on my eighth transfusion       

         And after that first surgery, I'm going through much confusion       

    For as the second date approached, I couldn't even sleep   

       I just was so exhausted and so done with counting sheep       


     It had been such a scary time, so I am so nervous        

   I try hard not to show it, but it's starting to surface   

       The first one didn't go so well, and I am full of fear      

  So now I have to ask myself,  just why am I back here?