It's still me

Picture is of our son, one day before surgery, back and shoulders slouched, for the last time. Poem is by him as well, aged 14, written a few weeks after his first surgery.

It's still me

I had a slight problem in my back

Now it's bending that I lack

I gained a couple of centimetres

I lost blood in litres

I used to be able to sway

Now the metal's here to stay

I am getting ready for the second Op

And hopefully my problem will stop.

Introduction...

When considering whether to have a blog, I knew it had to have something to do with writing and it had to be related to my experiences both past and present. In the beginning I know this blog may be quite disorganised. The alternative is to 'just' write and have the results sitting on my laptop's C drive, however I doubt I will progress. In committing to an on-line log my writing may in fact get somewhere. I appreciate any feedback.