For My Doctors Whom Will Be Missed: Drs. Cohen and Robinson

•August 5, 2011 • 4 Comments

Cohen Is A’Goin
(A Courtney Holmes Original Poem)

Elvis, or Big Al,
Are two of his names.
Dr. Cohen is the guy,
With high-standing fame.

While most play golf,
Or vacation in Tahiti.
This guy saves lives-
Resecting tumors that are meaty.

He is leaving the Rainbow
With his wonderful wife.
Ironically they both prefer
Brains under the knife.

Please, enjoy this poem
I wrote for you
The number of people who get these
Aren’t many- but few.

You saved my life,
That you did do.
Not just physically,
But, MENTALLY, too!

You let me finish
My season of volleyball.
Made me look somewhat ‘normal’
Whilst roaming the hall.

It may sound vain
Or silly, I’m told
But having hair is important
To a thirteen year-old.

I may just follow you
Wherever you go-
Whether it be Boston
Or Burkina Faso.

I wish you the best
In adventures to occur.
Promise me you won’t
Forget this brain, Sir.

Robinson Is Not In
(A Courtney Holmes Original Poem)

Dr. Dody Robinson
My Neurosurgeon
Has gone into places
Only one other has been.

Like: the lobes of my brain
Not just one time but twice.
To have documentation:
A picture would be nice. 

She was there since
I was thirteen
Shoved a tube through my head
Not [just] to be mean

She’s got rockstar hair
That’s very memorable
Very spunky and curly
Far away from dull.

You gave me a gift
Through neurosurgery
No more worries of seizures
Finally get to be me.

You sure left your mark
Well, more like a hole.
An infinite abyss
Blacker than coal.

That last line is not
Grammatically correct.
Please, look past it
For, now, the poem is wrecked.

I enjoyed stopping by
When I was “in house’.
Always dressed to the nines
In a skirt and a blouse.

Thanks once again
For taking the tissue.
One thing’s for sure
I’m gonna miss you.

Another Cinci Appt. Ft. MRI Goodness

•July 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Went to Cinci Wednesday. One of the longest days I’ve ever had at the hospital. But it was 11 hours, not 12.5. Great reports, for which I’m grateful. And about 50% tumor shrinkage! HOORAY! While I was in the MRI, for what seemed like eternity, I wrote a poem in my head to keep me busy. It went a little something like this:

“MRI Goodness: A Courtney Holmes Original

I’m lying in an MRI
The noise it makes is loud.
It is,oh, very cramped in here
With one there is a crowd.

I used to sit real still in here
My sleep was always swell.
Today is very different-
It actually is hell.

I’m currently watching a video
Of a number of things to hate.
Speaking of that number
Since which I have not ate.

This poem is beginning
To really not make sense.
I don’t know what is wrong with me
As I start to take offense.

I’d like to, please, get out of here
By the day of my next birth.
If that were to happen,
I would be filled with mirth.

C’mon my little techie friend
I have some place to be.
If you really want a picture,
I’ll sign and send to thee.

Just get me out of here right now
My legs have start to cramp.
These goggles are getting tighter
Something, blah-blah, yada.. camp

I am growing weary
As my hunger develops more.
You know what sounds really good?
A bonfire and a s’more.

Actually, no I take that back
I need some real food now.
I really will eat anything.
YES! Protein from a cow.

Can I order up in here?
ORRR would my chewing distract
From the cells in my brain
They dye tries to attract?

Whatever-I-don’t-care-no-more
You can tell. My grammar’s poor.
I’m starting to get sleepy-
–oh-look! I – see-the dooorrrr.”

Hope you all enjoyed my new poem filled with sarcasm, wit, and ridiculousness!!

Love you all!

PEACE!
<3 CiC

A Wonderful Night

•July 3, 2011 • Leave a Comment
July 2, 2011

Idina Menzel and the Cleveland Orchestra

•June 15, 2011 • 1 Comment

Last lab… and we’re making icecream! SWEET! C: Save the best for last, I suppose! 2 more days of class (presentations) and I’m home free!! I can smell summer break! :) It is nearing!

Luff Luff!
<3

I’d Rather Do This Instead of Studying

•May 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Chemistry

Chemistry is not fun
Chemistry is a “burn”
It is supposed, second nature
What is there to learn?

I don’t care about moles
I don’t care that atoms are a mergin’
I don’t care about theories
I especially hate conversions.

Please define Kelvin
How many in a joule?
How about all those chemists?
#wowyoureafool

Yes, I incorporated Twitter
in this lovely chemists’ poem
Yes, this is quite clever
Now you should go ‘home’.

We’re back to Chemistry
and all of its mess
I do like my professor
That I will confess

Nine in the morning
to whenever lab ends
Monday through Friday
Gotta wear those Depends.

Here’s a chart for this
and another for that
some of them are skinny
whilst others are fat.

So much information
In just a five week course.
Dr. Hu says that Google
Is quite a good source.

With three weeks to go
I’m ready to complete
this PERIODICally crazy class
Wouldn’t that be a feat.

New Hateful Poem

•April 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

FYI.. this was written when I was in week 2 of my sinus infection…

Screw you
You stupid RAD.
I hate
You oh, so bad.
You make
Me wanna cry.
Please hang
Your head and die.
You might
try a noose.
Unless it
Gets too loose.
Then, well,
What’s the use.
Jump off
A train’s caboose.
At first,
Yeah, you were cool.
Til’ I had
To quit my school.
And leave
The ones I love.
I feel
-Well read above.

Another Courtney Holmes Original. C:

•April 7, 2011 • Leave a Comment

… working on a new poem… hahaha :D

Cinci in a couple weeks!

… And It Goes On and On, My Friends…

•February 18, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I recently got word that in my most recent MRI, there appears to be a continuation of tumor size-reduction!! :D Woo Hoo!!

I don’t know #’s yet, but hey.. I’m good with any amount of shrink-age!

Hope everyone is having a GLORIOUS day!

<3 CiC

Forget the Little Engine… I’d Rather Be A Tank…

•January 28, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall

ZIPPPPPPPidy Doo Dahhh

•January 10, 2011 • Leave a Comment

HELLO everyone?!

I hope you all are doing gloriously! I am in my first semester at Akron.. classes started today. So far-so good. I’m exceptionally excited for my MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY class from 5:15-8pm. haha yes, I am a nerd. I am aware that it is not normal to find words interesting. Nor is it normal to enjoy finding root words and their meanings…(possibly why I enjoyed Latin so much!) like … a tumor I have is called an angiomyolipoma… If you break the word down, you can figure out what it is made out of.. ANGIO- this means blood. MYO is a root word for muscle. LIP.. fat.. LIPIDS, anyone?? ahhh.. it’s making a little more sense, isn’t it? :D

Life has been very interesting the past month.. I withdrew from Taylor- probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It was better for me to go home and take classes there. This would make managing my health SOO much easier! AND! I could finally do what I’ve always wanted.. Child life. :D So, that’s exciting! Plus, honestly, I kinda was ready for a new adventure. Though, many times I long for monotony!!

I miss Taylor University like NOBODY’S BUSSINESS!!! The people there will FOREVER be ingrained in me and they do make up part of who I am! So, to my Taylor people.. I LOVE YOU!!!! :D

Enough for now! More later!!

Love to all!

<3 CiC

 
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