Stronger than knives or strokes and Beleaguered, lonesome old oaks, Together again, those wings, the trees, Gasping at them as I forgot to sing. Spanning years’ dimly stated demands Its our last night in the Neverland.
Born with a scream, die with a whimper. Between those bookends, the self somehow develops. Perhaps it’s because we exist at the bottom of an empty well, waiting for the drenching rains of knowledge to […]
Hey, congratulations you’ve got stage IV cancer of the breast and bone lesions. Well, that explains why I wasn’t feeling so well. I recall receiving an email right before that most horrible week from a good friend and the email required my immediate attention. My attention won’t relate to anything at all back then when I had the diagnosis come down on me so hard I didn’t know when or where I was in the scheme of life. I don’t think I even opened email from back then yet. It sits, unread in my inbox – all of it.
Depression and cancer. The locks to my prison, to which keys do not exist; there’s no cure, and there’s no future with happiness together as a team, the team I really counted on – but as Einstein said not all things that can be counted, should.
The pain in your veins, heat aghast, you faint.
The hole swallows her body and soul.
Why in the universe do we know something exists at all,
If we pretend to see, to know, bite a fruit and fall.
Algorithmic syncopated circus acts,
And drums tight as a father’s facts.
I wish only not to have to share information and that we never had this intersection of our personal circles in this our Cancer Venn Diagram however the American Cancer Society has a great list of cancer terms
Genetic Predisposition to Breast Cancer Due to Non-BRCA Mutations in Ashkenazi Jewish Women