Showing posts with label Cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cancer. Show all posts

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Man Without A Nose


A man

Came into work

The other day

Who had

No Nose

Just a big gaping hole

Where it once was!

It was hollow

To look into

Empty to gaze upon

A moon crater

A Grand Canyon

Scaled down to size   

My coworker

Was totally freaked out

By the sight of this

The man told us

He had cancer

And

The doctors had

Cut away half his face

A facelift

Of

Lifesaving slices!

He said  

He now

Was going through

Radiation treatments

Chemotherapy

The thought

Came to me

As it does every time

I run across

Yet

Another example

Of

Modern medicine

Who needs horror stories

When we have examples

Of

Saving lives like this?

Doctors keeping people alive

With half of their face

Missing

Is not some amazing feat!

What’s amazing

Is the folks that have

Not had their bodies

Cut on

And

Are not taking

Radiation baths

Believing somehow

The ones who are

Are better off than

Surrendering to death!

Yes

Cancer is the gnashing teeth

Of

Humanity

Yet

People tremble

At the thought of death!

With all of the steadfast beliefs

Of

Better tomorrows

On the other side

Or

Coming back

As something else

To live again

People are still willing to boil

Themselves down

With nuclear exposure

To not go on

To the next world!

Reality is strange

Sometimes

And

Is bursting at the seams

With an undeniable truth 

When self-preservation

Is involved



Friday, February 10, 2017

Cancer


My mother has cancer

She told me yesterday

Now it’s a waiting game

But somehow

The word, “game”

Does not fit

With the words

In this poem

Or

The thoughts racing

Through my mind!

For

The nurse is getting ready

To push needles

Into my mother’s veins 

The surgeon

Is gathering his tools

To cut on the body

That once gave me life

That held me for 9 months

Felt me kick inside it!

Then comes

The weeks of

Radiation waves

Burns and blisters

My mother’s skin tissue

Will look like it was dipped

In nuclear run off

From Chernobyl

Or Fukushima

She will feel like

A thousand ants are

Crawling and biting

Under her skin

And

A thousand Bees

Stinging its surface!

Whatever the future

Might be?

My mother

Will suffer

And

There is nothing

I can do to stop it!

Helpless

I feel as I wait

As she waits

As we all wait

Not knowing

What will come?

Yet

At the same time

Knowing with all certainty

What eventually will!

None of this is an easy place

To be!

Not for her

Not for me

But

Sometimes the tools

You need

Tool survive the hard times  

Are right in front of you

You just have to look!

Three weeks before my mother

Was diagnosed

I ordered

Susan Sontag’s Masterpiece

“Illness As Metaphor”

The book arrived two days

After

My mother told me

She was ill 

The irony in this

Was not lost on me

For

My mother

Was living

With death living off her

She was the host

It was the unwelcome guest

She never knew was there!

Weeks earlier

One night

Flipping through channels

I came across

A documentary on Susan Sontag

Her own battle with cancer

And

The book she wrote about

This horrible disease

I was taken by Sontag’s fight

Her will

To beat impossible odds

So

I ordered her book

Not knowing at the time

It was a tool

Sent by the Gods

By angels

By the Stars

By the universe 

Words to give me guidance

Words to hold onto

While holding my mother

And

Facing each day

I have

With her!

Seeing each moment

As precious moments

That undoubtedly

One day will end

But for now to

Cherish these

Blocks of time

That are given to me! 

For

We only have so many days

In this world

And

We have even less

With the ones

Who’ve brought us into it!



From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave