Just sitting in the doctor's office
laptop propped up on my lap
son is in the IV chair
getting his immunoglobin share
bags are lying on the ground
with food and books and coats from home
while TVs play and children cry
I cannot even see the sky
Is the air still fresh outside this place?
Does it really matter anyway?
Homeward bound...I wish I was
Home...when my child is better
Home...where there are no needles
Home...when G-d has given
my baby back to me
On a tour of doctor's rooms
where blood is sucked out from his arms
and PANDAS juice* is pumped back in
and letters to the school are done
and why cannot he have some fun
Homeward bound...I wish I was
Home...when my child is healthy
Home...when there is no PANDAS
Home...when G-d has given
my baby back to me....
*PANDAS Juice or plasma, as coined by my husband today, while he sat with our son during the IVIG.
And the results are in...for today, my baby is doing well. One day at a time.
With thanks to Paul Simon, whose song has been rambling around in my mind.