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Month: February 2018

Table of Sand

Table of Sand

A short poem generally describing the drug induced daze I was in and the sense of inability to to control my surroundings. Spinning and spinning without direction Leaning and falling without a net Reaching hands grabbing at nothing Clouds in the air without substance Drifting aimlessly soon out of sight Loss of control comes so easy Gaining it back comes so hard Life is a puzzle missing pieces Resting on a table of of sand    

Watching the Lights

Watching the Lights

This poem speaks to my experience for months at the multiple hospitals I was in.  Laying prone in my bed, limited mobility left me staring at the ceiling, specifically, the lights in the ceiling. Only to be interrupted by nurses, doctors, techs, the people who cleaned the room, etc.  Day or night (not that I always knew which was which), they would come, turning on the lights then poking, prodding me. Watching the lights on the ceiling Seeing the patterns…

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Coping has been a challenge

Coping has been a challenge

Coping has been a challenge.  I’m approaching a year since leaving hospital after having “lived” there for almost 6 months.  My last surgery was in June, 8 months ago.  Parts of my life will never be the same.  Eating a hand full of Creon each day to supplement the 90% loss of my Pancreas, not able to drink a glass of wine to relax, something I need now more than ever.   Needing to avoid some of my favorite foods or…

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