A random walk in my mind or the few moments in the mind of the living dead

A day in my inner life includes a hell of a lot of scary stuff. But I’m NOT scared. Well a little. Maybe. Hey, cut me some slack! This is deadly death causing cancer stuff for goddess’s sakes.
How do you feel about the whole question of death? I’m personally not scared of the concept (read a few of my prior posts on death and dying)

Maybe I’m Amazed (you’re still alive)

Borrowed time: (To)live on borrowed time to continue living after a point at which you might easily have died: Since his cancer was diagnosed, he feels as if he’s living on borrowed time. to continue to exist longer than expected: It is unlikely that serious decisions will be made by a CEO living on borrowed […]

Euphonious Cancer

Tonight about 7:00 after chemo, I fell asleep leaning back in the driver’s seat of my Mini in the car park adjacent to Stanford South Bay Cancer Center. A deep, unpredicted snooze just after my second to last Taxol infusion. * Apparently, I’m deathly allergic to yucca, the tree Taxol is extracted from, and I […]

PET Scans and Other Acronyms

This poem, though inspired by some disease that requires I become prostrate to the big grayish pallor of the gaping mouths of machines, represents otherwise the first of several metastatic nods to national poetry month. And, understandably very much inspired by my own internal struggles: doubts in the treatments, one that causes chemo brain, causes degradation of my body, causes me to want to seek out other therapies.

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