We are sending prayers (and a little poem) to you both.

'Twas the week before Christmas
When thru the hospital halls
Not a noise was heard, not even cell calls.
The patient was quiet, his wife there with care
In hopes that Dr. Brantigan would soon be there.

The patient was all snug in his gurney bed
While visions of marcaine and morphine danced in his head.
Dr. Brantigan in his scrubs and hat
Entered pre-op for his pre-surgery chat.
When out of his mouth came words that mattered
Let’s ease your pain, was what he chattered.

The wife in her concern
Arose from her chair as the doc turned.
Thanks Dr. B she said lively and quick
May your magical hands do the trick.

After looking at gift shop flowers
And after waiting for many hours,
To the patient’s wife Dr. Brantigan said
Bone and nerves were cleaned from the scar bed.

The surgery was very hard
Many areas were very marred.
The operation was not fun
Buy now my part is done.
Only time will tell
If he is freed from his painful hell.

Now Erin rest,
God knows you have done your best.



Original poem authored by Clemet Moore