Hello!
Hello, my angels, welcome to the world of Giggles the Poet. I hope that through me and the Poems God shares with me, you find a better perspective and more empowerment to stand up to the challenges life throws your way.
I’m a Counsellor & Empowerment Coach and opened MOTIVERSITY-Mind Management to help Empower you and help you to align mind, body and spirit. Providing resources and new perspectives to help you think better.
We all have this vision of who we’d like to become, there are a lot of obstacles in our way. You might have mental blocks, emotional trauma or a certain kind of self-image that is stopping you from leaving your old stories and excuses behind. Beliefs that are stopping you from finally becoming the kind of person you were always meant to be.
My mission is to help you get from where you are now, to where you want to be. I am passionate about helping people get unstuck, heal their energy and get to know the true person that is waiting within. Become more empowered and CREATE YOUR LIFE BY DESIGN….
The greatest challenge we face is ourselves and our mind
I recently put up a video that explains my poem….https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDGctIQRGnA&t=122s
MY WALK THROUGH MEDICAL MADNESS
Memories plague me in the darkness
And as they rear their ugly head
They only remind me of all that I’ve lost
My life, my freedom and my children are dead
Dear God, please forgive my anger
For these transgressions that I see
All the madness that I have lived through
Almost got the better of me
I have no need for food or sleep
What I crave most are the sun and air
When I look out the window of my sanctuary
I see no signs of the truth anywhere out there
Dear God, it’s you I’ve turned to the most
For answers, for courage and faith
And as I read these medical reports of cruelty
Anger washes over me, replacing the hate
My Lord, I have, but five days to wait
Can I hold onto the hope that he’ll come to my aid?
I can’t close my eyes, I can’t find any rest
From the pain these doctors continually create
I see clearly such torture in one operation
And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas
During the operation, I felt what they were doing
And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me
When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom
All I’ve done for so long was cry and beg
Now I felt something more when I turned on my machine
The current was not reaching my back but was running down my legs
The first doctor that implanted this medical device
Offered me a choice between paralysis and pain
And as I read this again in my medical file
It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame
Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence
I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years
I kept searching for help, but no one would touch me
And each night I lay down, I slept on my pillow of tears
It took three long years to find another doctor
He said he would operate and put the wires back in place
He smiled as he spoke and promised to help
I smiled back through my fear, as I looked at his face
I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool
As I waited daily in my bed for his call
Depression took over, as days turned into months
He couldn’t be reached, I was climbing the walls
My doctor’s husband took over and went to his office
Not leaving until he got my surgery date
My Adjudicator harassed me, wouldn’t leave me in peace
They wanted me working, and they wouldn’t wait
The day finally came; I had my fifth operation
Another stranger opened me up, creating a mess
When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding
I turned on my machine, and I screamed from the stress
Something was wrong, the current was closer
But, still gave me no comfort as it had done before
I looked up at my doctor and as I was sedated
I wondered how I would get over being sliced open once more
Two weeks later I had my sixth operation
Preparing my mind for what was to come
This sixth operation was finally completed
And I went home feeling lost, so alone and so numb
Alone with my sorrow, my body felt mangled
I recovered slowly a few more years gone
I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart
I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong
Five years passed, filled with depression and pills
I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills
The office software had changed from five years ago
I asked my caseworker for help but received a flat “No.”
I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone
There was no one beside me; I was completely alone
I needed some hope I then called her manager
The kindness in his voice helped sooth some of my anger
I paid into this system from the time I was ten
They cared nothing about me, or the hell I’d been in
Their ignorance and disrespect cause me such shame
They lied in their reports saying I had low back pain
I questioned my pension wondering what that was based on
When I told them the truth, they treated me like a con
Why would I have to lie, or pretend to have pain?
They paid me meager wages; I had nothing to gain
These machines that I wore electrocuted me twice
I know if it happened a third time, death would hold the dice
My adjudicators asked me nothing and they cared even less
My depression got worse, my body and mind were a mess
When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy
They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy
I had to find a job even though I was a wreck
My adjudicator decided to cut off my cheque
Now I had another fight come to my door
And I promised myself that I would take this no more
So, I wrote a report and I made them a vow
That the world would hear my story and I would speak loud
it’s been 29 years, and this is not right
So, now it’s time I found others for help and support in this fight
It’s been thirty-five years and all that I know
Are the pain, scars and losses, that I never shown
I still fight in a corrupt system that refuses to care
So, it’s time I showed these people the reason God keeps me here
©Brenda Keough March 13, 2014 3:00 p.m.
This poem Medical Madness was supposed to go in my first book GIVE ME A SECOND, but because of the length it was too big for an eBook. It’s funny how God gives me poetry to write at such unusual times. It was twenty-nine so years later I got to write a summary about my medical madness through a poem. I am so grateful to God that he blessed me with such writing to heal and erase all my anger and my pain.
I had my sixth and last operation in 2010. The surgeon said he notified WSIB, but they ignored his letter. Lying when I asked if they had heard from him. The surgeon couldn’t remove the device it had grown into my spine and the wires were covered in scar tissue. So, I’m left with a device in my body and I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I will never wear another device, or be cut open again.
I fought WSIB every year for 32 years trying to keep them from cutting me off and had meetings with the President and Vice President, explaining my case trying to get compensation for all the injuries and electrocutions, the mistakes caused and the losses.
And nobody investigated what happened. In 2010 I was asked by the Vice President to do a video to sensitize their workers and give them an idea of what it was like for me in the system. To give them a better understanding of the problems we face…still, face.
If someone needs to be sensitized, they shouldn’t be working in jobs where they are supposed to help others. I have a copy of the video and it broke my heart when I watched it.
We think we have a system in place to protect us when we are injured, but we don’t. And if we don’t, WHY ARE WE PAYING INTO THIS SYSTEM? We don’t have a system that protects us when we are injured on the job, we have a system that puts us into a new “CONCENTRATION CAMP,” we are assigned a number and they do everything in their power to get us off the system from day one.
The Workers Compensation adjudicator’s shame us, and we are crucified and we alone, pay a heavy price for being injured, physically, mentally, emotionally and financially. It’s a system that buries their dead under outdated policies. I can only hope that my story will help you protect yourself, and your children, as well as future generations from knowing, or experiencing these nightmares. I have God to thank for my life, from the time I was born, I was born only knowing a world of chaos, abuse, pain, and losses.
I survived, two electrocutions and years of taking chemicals for pain, lost in depression, walking through a fog…which left me with a lifetime of nerve damage that the Workers Compensation doesn’t recognize to this to this day.
I have never been compensated for these further injuries and losses. And the injustice is that I was out in society many times, rebuilding my life, making more money than I did in 1985…and because of these malfunctions, I get put back on this WSIB system as a “recurrence of my injury.” My injury was a broken rib, NOT electrocutions and NOT “Rhomboid muscle strain,”
I became my own lawyer investigating my file and fighting this case for 34 years. I am still on Workers Compensation Disability getting the $6 hr, that I got in 1985, combined with my disability pension which is a travesty that will be corrected hopefully one day…and it all adds up to $1200.00, monthly and at 65 I get reduced to $500 monthly as their disability compensation award.
I am back to fight for JUSTICE FOR MY ANGELS these crimes shouldn’t be forgotten by all those I tried to get help from. I hope I can finally put this travesty behind me. We are broken people having to deal with a broken system…..
We are not VICTIMS, but VICTIMS OF CIRCUMSTANCES and we can CHANGE THOSE CIRCUMSTANCES
WE ARE MORE THAN A LABEL…AND MORE THAN A DISABILITY….
I finally finished the last chapter of an injured worker’s journey through medical madness I started a new chapter and I start many more new books, eBooks, audios to come out. I am making a comeback and a promise that the future will be far, far different than the past. These medical crimes, and generational patterns must change to protect the next generations to come from a system that doesn’t care.
I made it, but so many people don’t, or won’t I consider myself one of the lucky ones and I certainly do not consider myself a statistic. The problem my adjudicators had with me was that I didn’t fit in the box that they wanted me to fit in. I refused to look haggard to prove a point that I had pain to deal with.
I remember meeting with a lawyer who said the only way for me to get compensation was to look sick to look like I was in pain or dying as he said. A lawyer that is supposed to represent injured workers and fight for their rights, tells me this and a tear slid down my face as I got up, and without a word, or before I punched him in the face…lol I walked out of his office, angrier. And all I remember was feeling such disappointment that a lawyer would tell us we have to reduce ourselves to such a state to prove a point when the facts have already been proven
Silence serves no purpose other than letting the patterns of ignorance, chaos, and destruction continue from one generation to the next….
The misleading information and facts that stare me in the face when I opened my Workers Compensation medical file in 2006, was enough to make me BREAK MY SILENCE.
Now I have a voice. Misdiagnosis happens more than we think or hear about. To think that a simple broken rib would cause such so much internal damage, heartache, losses, and destruction in this day is a crime.
We are more than a disability
GIVE ME A SECOND-MY WALK THROUGH MEDICAL MADNESS
INSPIRATIONAL POETRY AND AWARENESS
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This book is a very powerful read and also very empowering. Writing the book in poetry form is an amazing idea and interesting way to get the storyline across to its readers.
The author is brave for sharing her story with the readers and allowing us to experience the pain and suffering that she had to overcome as an injured worker to become the woman she is now.
Misdiagnosis happens more than we think, this book will empower young women and men to speak up and stand up for their rights to proper medical care. Silence is not golden, and each poem is meant to help society learn and stop this from continuing to happen to others now and in the future.
