Slow, methodical, awaiting telling of a great many details,
putting together a medical history from the beginning, so
pain can be alleviated.
Taking the time to listen and write down every medical clue
in order, looking for a pattern or an idea to go on.
Attempting to focus through a confusional haze, too many
threads warranting attention, which direction to take?
Samples and blood tests, urinalysis too, so many results in
progress, what will the prognosis be? Will it be curable?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem