GIVE ME A SECOND A POET IS BORN

Hello my angels, Sorry I haven't been up here for awhile, I hope you are all doing well.  Down with a broken vertebra.....it never ends.....

Great news!!!!  I'm finally published.....and I hope to turn the tables on medical madness....and the Workers Compensation for what was ignored...at the

MY STORY MY TRUTH! MY WALK THROUGH MEDICAL MADNESS is a summary, although a long poem of my fight in a corrupt system and the losses, injuries I incurred because of it.  
And my links to where my books are will be at the end...

I hope this turns the tide on injured workers....as I'm going to start a war, the war I couldn't years ago, because I fought for my life and medical attention...

A dedication to the chidren I never had the chance to know...and the family I never had the chance to grow.....

Don't let this happen to you. We can be the change the world needs to see
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MEDICAL MADNESS

Old memories plague me in the darkness
And as they rear their ugly head
They only remind me of all that I’ve lost
My life, my freedom, and my children are dead
Dear God, please forgive my anger
For these many transgressions that I see
But all the madness that I have lived through
Almost got the better of me
I have no need for food or sleep
What I crave most are the sun and air
But, when I look out the window of my sanctuary
I see no signs of the truth out there
Dear God, it’s you I’ve turned to the most
For answers, for courage and faith
And as I read these medical reports of cruelty
Anger washes over me, replacing the hate
My Lord, I have, but five days to go
Can I hold onto the hope this doctor will come to my aid?
I can’t close my eyes; I can’t find any rest
From the pain these surgeons continually create
I see clearly such torture in one operation
And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas
During this procedure, I felt what they were doing
And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me
When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom
Because all I’ve done for so long was cry and beg
Now I felt something different when I turned on my machine
The current was not reaching my back but was running down both my legs

The first surgeon that implanted this medical device
Offered me a choice between paralysis and pain
And as I read these words again in my medical file
It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame
Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence
I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years
I kept searching for help, but no one would touch me
And each night I lay down, on my pillow of tears
It took three long years to find another surgeon
He said he would operate and put the wires in place
He smiled as he spoke and promised to help
I smiled back through my fear, as I looked up at his face
I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool
As I waited daily in my bed for his call
Depression took over, as days turned into months
He couldn’t be reached; I was climbing the walls
My doctor’s husband took over and went to his office
Not leaving until he got my surgery date
Workers Compensation harassed me, wouldn’t leave me in peace
They wanted me back to work, and they wouldn’t wait
The day finally came; I had my fifth operation
Another stranger opened me up, creating a mess
When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding
I turned on my machine, and I screamed from the stress
Something was wrong; the current was closer
But, it still gave me no comfort as it had done years before
I looked up at my doctor, and as I was being sedated
I wondered how I would get over being sliced open once more
Two weeks later, I was back for my next operation
I tried to prepare my mind for what was to come
This sixth operation was finally completed
I went home feeling gratitude for what he had done
Alone with my sorrow, my body felt mangled
I recovered slowly a few more years gone
I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart
As I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong
Five years passed and I got lost in depression and pills
Now, I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills
The office software had changed from five years ago
And when I asked my adjudicator for help, but I received a flat “No.”
I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone
There was no one beside, me I felt completely alone
I needed some hope I then called her manager
The kindness in his voice helped soothe some of my anger
I have paid into this system from the time I was ten
They cared nothing about me or the hell I’d been in
I asked them for help; their stoic response caused me shame
It seemed every report they wrote, said, “I had low back pain”
I questioned my pension wondering what that was based on
When I told them the truth, they treated me like a con
I asked them why would I lie, or pretend to have pain?
They paid me such meager wages; I had nothing to gain
These machines, they paid thousands of dollars for, electrocuted me twice
I know if it happened again, death would be rolling the dice
The adjudicator asked me nothing, and they cared even less
My depression got worse, my mind and body were a mangled mess
When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy
They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy
I had to hustle my body, even though I was a wreck
Other resources wouldn't help me, and I would receive no cheque
It has been twenty-nine years and all that I know
Are the mangled scars on my back, things that won’t show
I still fight in a system that refuses to care
And each day I ask God, what’s the reason I’m here?

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THEIR SOULS....
© Brenda Keough..aka Giggles the Poet
March 13, 2014

My walk through medical madness continues until I can get compensation for my damaged body. Retribution is in God's hands.....the tables will turn as the truth is in my book.  The travesty is that I'll always know pain and I've never been compensated for the seven surgeries, loss of pregnancies, or the forgotten medical devices that electrocuted me and took me out of higher paying careers

They still pay me $6.00 hr as per my accident....when so much more damage has been done to my body and mind for 34 years.....swept under the rug.  Now I'm left with a machine and wires on my spine grown into my bone, and God knows what the consequences of that will be down the road...

GIVE ME A SECOND

34 Years of losses and ignorance after a misdiagnosis and fighting with a corrupt Workers Compensation system for respect and accountability

As of this writing, these are the links for vendors that has my book available already. I am so stoked finally some truth out about Worker’s Compensation and our Canadian medical system the truth be known
https://www.amazon.com/Give-Me-Second-Perceptions-Inspirational-ebook/dp/B07FVLF9H9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1533917507&sr=8-1&keywords=9781543450637
https://www.kobo.com/ph/en/ebook/give-me-a-second
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/give-me-a-second-brenda-keough/1129135057?ean=9781543450637
https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Brenda_Keough_Give_Me_a_Second?id=iThmDwAAQBAJ
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1417802767
https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/p/give-me-a-second/fgqpf3gzx4xx
https://www.7switch.com/en/ebook/9781543450637/give-me-a-second
https://www.booktopia.com.au/ebooks/give-me-a-second-brenda-keough/prod9781543450637.html
https://www.chegg.com/etextbooks/give-me-a-second-1st-edition-9781543450637-1543450636?trackid=748ea720&strackid=59e96322
God bless my angels, walk with love and light

Giggles the Poet