Oz Like
Joints as stiff and creaky as the Tin Man… When, oh when will they find a lubricant that works for them…
Brain as foggy as the Scarecrow… Can’t concentrate, can’t comprehend, can’t remember, will this fog lift someday, somehow…
Fear as deep as the Cowardly Lion… What will tomorrow bring, will this nightmare end, will we ever have our lives back again…
Lost as surely as Dorothy… Nowhere to turn, no help available, if only we could find the red shoes of a cure…
As confused as “OZ”… CDC, NIH, WHO, LDN, Antivirals, Psych Meds, diet changes, CBD, all to no avail…
Wishful as the Good Witch… Has the answer been here all along, is there a switch we can flip to bring us up out of hibernation mode, where is our magic wand…
Living with the Bad Witch… Every day another trial, every day more exhaustion, every day I hear her cackle as she flies away…another day in the land of MECFS…
By Lori, As the RV Rolls

This poem was submitted as part of the Reflections of ME/CFS and FM and Long COVID Awareness Day Virtual Event on May 9th, 2023.
#MillionsMissing #MillionsMore #Hope4MECFS #Hope4FM #Hope4LongCOVID

Lucinda Bateman, MD, is a renowned clinician, researcher, and educator. Her Johns Hopkins University Medical School training instilled an approach to care that she has employed throughout her career – the patient comes first and the unknown or unexplained does not equate to a lack of proper and compassionate care. Since starting her own practice in 2000, she has served on six boards or committees, been the principal investigator for 45 studies, authored/coauthored 40 journal articles, served as adjunct instructor and adjunct assistant professor in the University of Utah Departments of Preventative Medicine, Internal Medicine, and Anesthesiology, and lectured around the world.