July 11, 2016 Julie Q. Who’d want to have surgery again?DON’T point a finger at mefor once was enoughtill the pain was so toughif I had one more hip, I’d do three! I’m thankful for Dr. O’Neillwho opened me up once beforewith a saw and a chiselmy blood, it did drizzleand my hip, he did then restore! Oh, hippity doo dah daythe “Sunshine” is bright and intense!Hip Two has been doneand now I can runand stand in my own defense! The tools in the surgeons’ handsplus such gifted use of recallsince the brains in his headwith “study” were fedand our God created it all! Thank you dear Lord for this docyou’ve so blessed him with talents and giftsas he’s shared all these skillsone now needs less pillsNO PAIN, thus their spirit uplifts! A new person I now have becomeand old person, not anymore!This doctor has givennew life that’s now drivenA life that he thus did restore! A man’s life is much like a riverGod can mold it to twist and to turnIf he follows God’s leadinghis skills thus exceedingyet he’s forever still open to learn! May our focus be less on the materialfor all things soon wither and diebut the gifts from aboveare given in loveto extend humanity’s cry! Lord bless this dear doctor his lifeand continue to fill and restorehis pep and his skillalong with goodwillto share with a hundredfold more! Two hip poems I thus now have writtenmy surgeries have come to an endthese poems are sincereabout a surgeon’s careerand a surgeon I still recommend!