I wrote a little poem, to "celebrate" being well enough to go back to work following a double lung transplant to cure emphysema. I dedicate it to my wonderful wife Ali who got the whole family through a tough time. I sincerely hope that you all enjoy it and maybe take some hope and comfort from it.
These pleasant days of leisure, I knew one day would end
For so much time upon your hands could drive you round the bend
Only so much David Dickinson, a mortal man can stand
Although he'll find the real deal and he's always nicely tanned
My new spare parts are working fine and the gym has made me fit
And so I must return to work, there's nothing else for it.
And so farewell Heir Hunters, I wish your searches well
too much day time TV's no good, as I think that you can tell
Five months three weeks now since that day, the surgeon's scalpel fell
My new air handling units, have made me feel quite swell
My daily leisurely breakfast alas will be no more
Nor swinging clubs and hitting balls and always yelling fore!
I used to think that breathing, was grossly over rated
But now I've learned it was in fact completely understated
I thought I might retire, and learn some tunes or dances
But back to work instead I go, a matter of finances
In the last six weeks of 2012, we went to hell and back
But since then things are on the up, and I didn't get the sack!
To the offspring and my family and each individual friend
Thanks for your love and thoughtfulness, it matters in the end
I'd like to thank the NHS, for my second chance at life
The surgeons down at Harefield for their skill with that sharp knife
The Doctors here at Stotfold, and the pulmonary care
There's no way I'd have reached this stage had you not all been there.
So thank you all for helping me back to a full and active life
But above all else and publicly I want to thank my wife
Her love and strength and selflessness are all that got me through
So Ali I am proud to tell the world that I love you!