Ode to a Uterus*
Susan Rochat, August 15, 2007
· Sing to tune of “Oh where oh where has my little dog gone?”
Oh where, oh where has my uterus gone
Oh where, Oh where can she be?
With her life cut short, and her tales so long
Oh where, oh where can she be?
From surgery I awoke in the PACU (post anesthesia care unit)
I looked at the nurse and said
“Please tell me nurse, I just have to know
Oh where did my uterus go?
With an incredulous look on her face she bent low
“The general practice would be
Discarded specimens to the biohazard pile must go
Most people prefer not to see
Their body parts under glass you know
Preserved for antiquity.”
“Oh nurse, I pled, will you be so kind
I’d like to bid farewell
To my faithful companion, my lifelong friend,
A brief rendezvous would be just swell.”
She ran out the door, and was back so soon
“I’m sorry, it’s just like I said
To the surgical biohazard pile she went
We don’t want to disturb the dead”.
I said a short prayer for my trusted friend
A tear or two I shed
My spouse came in, gave my hand a squeeze,
And I shared what was going through my head.
Oh where oh where has my uterus gone
Oh where oh where can she be?
With her life cut short, and her tales long gone,
Oh, she is now history.