The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).
This one touches on the hope that a cure is out there. Let’s just hope though that when the day comes the inequality of a postcode lottery on healthcare, as seen with drugs for other illnesses, doesn’t mean treatment will be withheld. There is already a disparity on prescribing drugs that may help where international drugs legislation differs.
The Researcher
He’s spent the last 5 years or more,
Employee of a group,
Who’s paid to spook upon drug firms,
Just looking for a scoop.
There’s money to be made here,
The next big thing is due.
A cure for cancer, MS, AIDS,
Common colds and flu.
He sits among the files piled deep,
As far as eyes can see.
He holds a file and starts to weep,
The title is ‘HD’.
He’s never told his ruthless boss,
That money’s not his lure.
His wife is HD Positive,
And now they’ve found a cure!
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