The day before cancer treatment begins
It rains, the sun comes out, it rains again.
The day doesn’t know what to make of itself.
There’s a holding of breath,
a stillness.
A muffled voice down the road
beckons, "come forth..."
then, "flee the scene!"
I spend the day
waiting
for tomorrow.
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Yer gettin' cute with the "Labels" - I love those little asides. Please keep sharing your POETRY. Your soulfulness so shines through. I'm breathing with you and praying for you. Now. Tomorrow. Afterwards....
ReplyDeleteA former Spiritual Director once exhorted me to make sure that I could FEEL the soles of my feet in the car when driving, since I had (had?) a tendency to dissociate, which isn't terribly useful behind the wheel. I hope you have music and books on tape. We KNOW you have The Risen One with you. And careful - ya never know how many of us will fit in the trunk!
I'll be thinking of you...I plan to drop by in the next couple of days to bring you a fresh baked loaf of bread. I'm not sure whether you are hungry for bread, but I don't know what else I can do. So throw it in the freezer, feed it to the cat, eat it with peanut butter if the feeding tube allows. Just know that your friends are praying you through this. Jodi
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking of you today as you begin chemo and radiation. I haven't experienced radiation yet so I can't speak to that but I've found that chemo sounded scarier than it has turned out to be--not saying it's a picnic, but with a little Zofran and some rest, it's do-able. Plus being bald has been liberating in a way. I'm pulling for you Steve. With each treatment just think about how you are stomping on those nasty new "friends" of yours.
ReplyDeleteSteve, I am not sure how to do this as I am electronically bankrupt and I don't know what my URL means (is it like ESP?, but I want to try. I don't think it is supposed to work this way , but I love your blog. When I read it , I get many gifts, mainly a dose of peaceableness. So, thank you for that; I'm really sorry you have to go through this yuck so that we got peaceableness from you, but thank you. I find that I think of you at odd times (looking for oregano in the grocery store) and am trying not to figure out what oregano has to do with you...I just try to send you a dose of peace and love and recall that you are such a good healer. For others and now also for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary Lou
By the way. the English major in me says you were lying ont he table...
ReplyDeleteMary Lou