Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Learning a Foreign Language

“It’s possible,” she said 

as she walked toward the door,

“All these words that sound 

so foreign and unfamiliar? 

In time you will come 

to know and understand

them all.” 


There was little comfort in that 

as the new vocabulary words began 

their spin-doctoring 

ricocheting off 

antiseptic white walls 

and stainless steel - 

shiny steamy bullets

zinging through the air


words of diagnosis screaming 

like unseen sirens:

indolent follicular non-hodgkin's lymphoma,

bulky lymphadenopathy, 

massive splenomegaly:


stage IV cancer 

in case you don’t

understand.


words of materia medica 

fall clumsily down foreign alleyways: 

cytoxan, rituxan, vincristine,

prednisone, monoclonal antibodies, 

allopurinol - 


thugs or rescuers?

you decide.


And here come more of 

their compatriots in this strange land: 

lorazepam, compazine, 

morphine, oxycodone,

and neulasta


to cushion 

the bumps of the ride


leading to more new vocabulary: 

hematology, oncology, pathology, radiology,

behind whose doors lay

more wolves hungry for flesh: 

thrombocytopenia, lymphosarcoma, 

pleural effusion, peripheral neuropathy 

exacerbated by a pre-existing radiculopathy,

neutropenia, low platelets, high eosinophils,

dermatological distress, 

and severe pruritis


confirming that, yes indeed, 

the 4th ring of hell

truly is relentless itching

night and day 

without 

reprieve.


there is a tunnel out though

(if you can find it),

but it travels underground 

through lands of

cognitive loss, impaired reflexes 

and motor function, deteriorated proprioception, 

seratonin uptake and neural signaling;

ascites, edema and 

steroid psychosis

and the declaration 

of “incurable.”



Your GPS won’t work here.

There are no maps -

only complete blood counts, 

CD-20 markers, LDH, 

bone marrow and lymph node biopsies,

CT and MRI scans

(with and without contrast),

PET scans with their special

radioactive solution injected into the vein.



Oh, and the opiates!

Can’t forget the opiates!


The currency exchange rate is a

Prognostic Indicator Index of: 3


The nurse was right: 

With time, it is possible 

to learn to speak Medicalese. 

Fluency becomes important 

if one wishes to blend 

and live below the radar 

undetected 

as an outlier without suspicion

wearing a cloak of invisibility, 

with unrealistic optimism,

abnormal cheerfulness,

convenient forgetting,

and knowing that despite 

the foreign language and customs


I still remain


and that 

‘now’ is all I have --

all that any of us ever has


and that in the end:


everyone.


loses.


every.


thing.


and that despite that 

I dare to say: 

“I can be healthier than I’ve ever been.”


a revolutionary coup

touching the enemy, 

staring him in the eye unflinching

calmly turning away

in search of the land 

only few know by name: Outlier -

where there are no definitions

or declarations.


It requires 

the courage of Orpheus 

traveling down into the underworld

to redeem his love - 

his music softening the heart of Hades 

into releasing Eurydice 

allowing them both safe passage 

back to the earth 


on one condition:


that he not look back.


Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Over the Ashes


Forward!

Is there any other choice? 

Forward! Every day in every way

with or without our permission.


In a patch of Dark Sky

a small starry kite named the Milky Way

flies through forever at 666,000 m.p.h.

Forward! Is there any other way?


“All storms pass,” they say, 

or maybe I said that

while lashed to the mast like Odysseus,

my willpower spent replaced by tethers,


Restless prayers and hope

wishing for ‘something else’

or ‘Someone Else’ to magically

make it all disappear;


Tied to the mast in raging

storms of loss and distress,

bound by ropes I search my horizon

for willful acceptance and graceful defiance.


Don't allow fear to determine

the path or outcome!

Remember - courage is a small act

that begins with the next step


And nothing more;

one foot in front of the other,

it’s that easy and that hard,

standing strong while waiting


For the seed to germinate,

the garden to grow,

ourselves to flourish

while all around us lightning strikes


As Pompeii crumbles and the oceans frenzy; 

volcanic lives of longing, 

dreams and habits buried beneath

while we await the sun to rise again


Over the ashes ---

as it always does.