Can You Please Get Well.

~ Poems of Love ~

The following poems have been written by me, for my husband Hamada, who suffered from Multiple Myeloma [IgG Kappa] a cancer of the plasma cells, which are found in the bone marrow. After many months of chemotherapy, contracting pneumonia twice, once given only twelve hours to live and having three bad fractures to his spine and also showing in his Pelvis, he made it to four years seven months. The Multiple Myeloma attacked his Kidneys first showing at diagnosis in May 2006 leaving Hamada only a small percentage of kidney function. He never complained, using his most amazing smile even when I knew he had severe pain. Hamada underwent a Stem Cell Transplant using his own 'harvested stem cells' . During October 2007 he spent seventeen days in the "Centre For Clinical Haematology" at Nottingham City Hospital UK. where he achieved this transplant. We had a scare at six months after transplant, when told 'the beast was back' but subsequent tests showed a partial remission. Again in early 2009 it was confirmed that Hamada was out of remission He fought again during 2010 with newer chemo type drugs. First with Velcade and then with Revlimid but to no avail. His Kidneys were failing further and Hamada chose not to have dialysis. This blog contains poems and updates, written for Hamada, telling of our life together.
Now a beautiful book has been published, see http://www.susiehemingway.com/books/
showing Hamada's personal fight against Multiple Myeloma in the first fifty 'poems of love' written by me his wife. I hope you like these poems of love and also 'our story' dedicated to Hamada, who passed away peacefully at home on 23 November 2010 after a most courageous fight against Multiple Myeloma.

28 May, 2007

Can You Please Get Well.

Grandpa please, can you get well
please remember take your pills,
listen what the doctors say,
you must get stronger every day.

I love you so, I love the way,
you chat to me all the day,
for you are kind, you teach me lots,
and when you're fine you laugh a lot.

We practise chess, and shoot at goal,
I wish you'd stay until you're old,
sometimes you kick, and then you fall,
never minding, not at all.

Grandpa please can you get well,
you must you see, to catch my ball.
Grandpa please take all your pills,
cause who will feed the fish you see,
if you're no longer here with me.

Your twinkling eyes that laugh with me,
the fun we have at Grandma's teas!
Grandpa please can you get well,
please remember all your pills...

@ Copyright 2007

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: We always say that they have a special bond... this poem sums it all up. My little man needs his grandpa so...
Sandrine; 29 May 2007 at 09:57
Susie Hemingway said...: Thank you Sandrine - how right you are.; 29 May 2007 at 15:11
Anonymous said...: Such love is so wonderful. I have always looked for this - Pippa K; 14 June 2007 at 15:23
Unknown said...: I have really enjoyed reading all your wonderful poems and being able to look back on times that bring back so many memories. All of the poeple that have known grandpa will love them too. Thank you for all the poems you write as I feel really relaxed and happy when I read them.; 16 July 2009 at 08:14
Susie Hemingway said...: Thank you my dearest Emmanuel, I am so pleased that my little poems bring back some memories and help you to feel relaxed and happy about this situation. It is with your continuous love for your Grandpa that I know helps him to remain strong enough to stay with us. Look how well he is doing. It is all our care and love, doing the best we can everyday and that includes those wonderful school reports that bring such pride and joy to Grandpa...all these things spur him on to another day. We pray that he will remain well and with us for a very long time. Thank you dear Grandson, for your very lovely comments under this poem which was taken from the words spoken by you, one weekend when staying at "Hemingway".
Love For Always Grandma x
Emmanuel is 9 years.; 16 July 2009 at 09:21

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Lora Conrad : Susie -"Calm Are These Days" painted a breathtaking aura of colour and serenity that floated me above the clouds so I could envision it in slow motion - breathing in every word - it was magical! Especially for those of us who share Multiple Myeloma with Hamada, poetry gives us an escape from "over thinking" our situation. With a beautiful name like Susie Hemingway Moursi, it is no doubt poetry flows as freely as a river from your pen. Some things are just meant to be. Thank you for making our world a better place and creating a blog we can escape to in our own days of needs! You are a treasure. Much Love and & Respect Lora.

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Extract from the poem - Dreams of Montazah - by Susie Hemingway

An Extract from - CAIRO - by Susie Hemingway

Oh, Cairo of the sepia light
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alleyways,
the different smells, the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays,
Oh! Cairo and your faded ways

The dark robed men
with beads and dice
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloths
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh! Cairo of the sepia light... Cont.

Extract from - A Teardrop From Your Eye - by Susie Hemingway

I saw the teardrop from your eye
you turned your head, a little sign,
you feel your pain, but seldom say
" yes, it's been a difficult day"
the courage of this daily battle,
you're brave and steadfast, it's your way
never letting in the sadness that
begins at dawn and ends at sleep.
I saw that teardrop from your eye
it made me angry, it made me cry.

The changes you accept so well
must be for you, a living hell,
to not be steady on your legs
to feel so sick, you need your bed
you sit and drink the world right in
in quiet ways, you always sing,
you smile as if a secret brings
a gift of happiness within.
I saw the teardrop from your eye
it made me angry, it made me cry... Cont.

Susie Hemingway - A Power Within.

~ Poems of Love ~

28 May, 2007