On the precipice of my fifth year of living with, not dying from metastatic cancer, I regard my life as a lucky one. No crazed busses have hit me, no falling airplane debris bonked me on the head, no Acme holes swallowed me up (a la Wile E. Coyote trying to capture the turbocharged Road… Read More Metastatically “Normal”: new, used or unrealistic?
Perhaps Stephen King in some way delivered a beautiful metaphor for living in a body that’s turned into a prison by disease. Yet hope springs alive in each one of us regardless of circumstances. No one deserves a killer body, just as an innocent man doesn’t deserve to go to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.… Read More Integrative Hope: the prison of a diseased body
My ugly secrets hide beneath my thin skin. Infinitely fighting in my lonely final tour, Not making the cut for A battalion of beautiful survivors who stared directly into the eyes of the freshly dead. Limping home and stitched together, held upright on a single crutch. Marching in the endless parade They inch away for… Read More De Novo Soldier