Twas the night.

        Twas the night before bypass surgery
                     and all thru the house,
                  not a piece of food eating
                        not even an ounce.
     The overnight bag was hung by the front                              door with care

In the hope that things go smoothly when I get there.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear but a glass bottle of mag that will soon clear!

A little night of sleep so short and so quick. I knew in the a.m. I would be sick.

And more rapid than eagles to the hospital we came. And the nurses and Dr's continually ask me my name.

And so onto the table I nervously flew. With my heart racing I just knew I had too.

The surgeon spoke not a word but went straight to work. Moving the liver and intestines with a jerk.

And laying his tools aside as he finished. He pulled his mask down and said this woman's fat has diminished!

I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight. There will be a new woman in the mirror tonight!!!