With metastatic cancer to the bones comes a pain that I cannot find a way to describe to bring you, dear reader, to feel compathy for my sadness and my loss. The physical pain invests itself into a marriage with your consciousness as well. There’s nothing like it that I’ve felt that’s so physically omnipotent. Imagine having hot tongs that black smiths pick up horse shoes from burning coals hacking away at your insides.
Tag: breast cancer
My time to lie down and die as prescribed, only known as “patient.” From stage left, enter: Sutured together in an unholy friendship. Acquainted by bones held lines closely to my chest. “the role of Physical unrest today played by a courtesan,” A voice wails from behind the curtain velveteen, Dust heavy, too long, bloody
You’re correct – that’s not a picture of Bertrand Russell who wrote this 10 point view on teaching, it’s my meditation mentor Richard Feynman. In my den framed is the Apple Computer “Think Different” advertising campaign poster with Richard. When I am really in a bind, I look at his photograph and ask, what would