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Cancer, Death an dying, Emptiness, Fear, Life, Loss of a child

Peaceful in the darkness of night

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The sun has gone down hours before. The house is quiet and still. Darkness has enfold our home. An expression appears in the eyes of my love. A softness, one of need and heartbreak.  A child of a friend has passed from that dreaded disease: Cancer. She was beautiful and brave. And the fears come roaring out. In 2006, On a sunshine filled day we entered the world of fear that word brings. Our sweet boy was stricken with the deadly disease, A particularly vicious form. And he lives today, handsome and healthy. His first football game on a similar cool sunshiny day. He is strong. He wears his big brother’s uniform in homage to the love they share as only brothers do. In the morning they will walk together with their father to celebrate the life of another beautiful young man who succumbed to the disease of drug addiction. His death rocked their souls. Their anguish still palpable.

We sit together, I take his hand and press my lips to his palm and the tears fall. Emotions long subdued break free. Free after a week of nightmares and sleep walking. A desperate hug in the night like I am a life raft. I say nothing. I listen. Fear, wretched horrible fear in a whisper.  I cry, my tears hidden in the darkness. I rub his back. A gentle touch and wait. Wait for words long suspected but never spoken and they come unbidden. He sleeps finally, peacefully.  I say  a silent prayer. Sleep finally comes for me. Peace.

Death an dying, Fear, Life, Pain, Soul, Uncategorized, Yearning

Pondering

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I sit in the peaceful quiet. A cricket rubs it legs together making a late August appearance. My emotions begin to flicker free from the darkness. An uneasy nervous clench ripples through my gut. I think about my next therapy session. I have entered into a contract with myself to live a life worth living. An exploration to live a more pleasurable life. A more peaceful life. A life to smooth my roughened edges. A life for me. I realize every time I see one of my physicians I begin to feel like I am walking on a tightrope. My emotions rise to the surface like a bubble in a boiling cauldron. I focus my thoughts on my next session. It is painful to take the risks to sooth one’s soul. I will talk about those fears. For to be open to pleasure you need to be open to pain.

Magic words at every doctor’s appointments. “How do you feel?” I used to make piles. Each system I could identify in robotic fashion. Every exam, I could shed myself into a gown comfortably numb. Today I can’t answer with any clarity. The set of safe, rote words are no longer existent. The answer in truth is a muddy I don’t know.

Why is this happening? Where are my answers? Why do my fears take my attention? I sort through. My health is frankly lousy. My blood vessels are like old city water mains dry and crusty. The pain requires work to be controlled. Instead of stop, drop, roll it has become stop, writhe, meditate. The prognosis grows ever more lousy. My ever on brain has now networked to balance 5 other lives other than my own. Torn in multiple directions my thoughts run. They are a violent frenzy. How do I feel? And there it becomes clear. What do I want? What my mind and body crave? What do I need? How do I feel? How life is one thing and in a heartbeat becomes something else. How my desire for peaceful relief brings all of me out of the shadows. Where this story will go I do not know.

Death an dying, Life, Lupus, Pain, Soul

Constant Reminders

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I woke up shaking and cold. Opening my eyes was a difficult task. The first deep breath of the burns my lungs. Turning over I felt a searing ache across my hips and down my legs. I knew before I saw my face. There I staring in the mirror, the ugly red bumpy butterfly is visible. I rub my face in with the steroid cream and notice my chest too has erupted. It gets a share of cream. So damn sexy.

I return from the bathroom and sit on my bead again. I close my eyes and forced another deep breath. I need to put this in its place. I must send it into the corner. A corner where physical pain sits on a stool getting its grove on. A corner far away from me. I stretch my neck and my head spins. Feels like I’m drunk with no benefit of booze. Shit. This sucks. Force it away. An invasive thought crosses into my mind. “Go back in the corner.” I summon up my inner voice and yell. I pay attention to my breathing. In and out the air moves. My mind begins to clear. Like the red sea it parts into two sides. The pain is screaming, the lupus is active. I cannot soothe that without the little white pill.

The emotional. That is where I can ignite my pilot light. I breathe in and out again. I need to remember to breathe. I focus on me and gently rock. I begin to feel warmer. My mind just focuses on the sound of my breathing. I focus on me, my body and mind. I ignore the sounds around me. I listen to the sound of my breath and placing a hand on my chest feel the beat of my heart. I let myself feel my arms around me, an embrace from within. A tear drops from my eye. Wet and salty it trails down my cheek. I slow the rock and open my eyes. My pain is still there but I feel lighter and emotionally less burdened.

Death an dying, Emptiness, Family, Life, Pain, Soul, Yearning

Living well while dying or just plain dying well sucks.

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I graduated today. Not in the sense that most people do. I graduated to narcotics. I looked at the CVS bottle, now in the geriatric bottle because my hands cannot handle the twist top filled with the little white pills that fill the news. I sit here and cry another bucket of tears as I pop one into my hand and swallow. I pray it works to take away the pain, I am ready for some relief in my life.

Relief, Ha what a concept. I am tired. The armor I have carried and displayed so long is pock marked with the hell of the war. The disease, I will not even give it the notoriety of its name is wining. Not only is it debilitating me further, today I realized it claimed the life of those I keep dear. In fact they do not read what I write, nor ask or bother with how I feel. Oh yes a proforma are you ok. The fucking answer is no. I hate this and I want to scream and cry and no one in my fucking family especially the man I am married to for 25 years, the man who I have loved forever, has the balls to let me cry. Somehow the intensity that falls out of me is flowing as the clocks seems to be ticking louder scares him to death.It scares me too. I am ready. But the reservoir I need at home is dry and empty. Their fear precludes my needs. I yearn for so much. I can no longer do or fix. Someone else must sign up.

Today, I arranged a lunch date with a friend. I know it was probably a goodbye. We ate a meal and talked silly stuff. We talked about our families. We talked about my Chinese menu,  Jewish funeral planning. My friend is a man. I consider him a dear friend. FRIEND.  Well lock me away in fort Knox. And all it was, was somehow in my heart a so long. A childish temper tantrum by an offspring totally ripped wide the gaping hole of emptiness In my heart. The cavern of emptiness is larger than the grand canyon which sadly will not be discovered by any of those that cause the most pain because they show no interest in my writings. My secrets that somehow the world shares but them..

Two visits to doctors reinforced the time bomb ticking below the surface. The painfully low blood pressure, the pain exploding in my head, my vision blurred, the increased right sided loss of balance demonstrating more brain destruction and potentially another stroke. They won’t subject me to another MRI. No point. The Cryptococcus titers showing positive still..where is it lurking. The 16 hour sleep cycle, the fluid in my lungs . And the list went on. And he promised that I would be given the pain meds that I need. That the worry about addiction is moot. Its only going to get worse.  All I wanted to be held and to cry. So I sit here alone in tears, empty and broken. Reality is hard today.

So this desire to live a life worth living is my wish. It is getting oh so harder. It is especially alone at home. The love and support I receive from those outside my microcosm is so wonderful. My friends in my life are my wellspring eternal. Gifts from my world. That helps me stand. I pray for them daily as without them I would fall. So as I hope for some relief. I pray for some peace..