I was seven- a poem, written just now

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I was seven
I was scared
I didn't know what was happening

My once thick and shiny hair
Was dull, thin,
And fell out in the shower

I couldn't eat
I cried myself to sleep
My mom watched me at night
And cried at my bedside

My doctor sent me to a doctor
Who sent me to another
He had an idea
But he needed to run some tests

I was eight
I was terrified
My nurse held my hand
As I closed my eyes and counted backwards from ten

I woke up woozy
When I asked what was on my finger
My mom laughed
I'd asked the question a dozen times
During my drugged state

The next trip
Was for X-rays
The appointment after
Was for answers

Crohn's Disease--a blessing and a curse
I wasn't dying
But I had a problem that would never go away

I am twenty-one
I am happy and healthy