My year in pictures

January/February 2010:

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December 2010:

All of the photos above are courtesy of morguefile.com

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Perfect Poet Award for Week 34

Thanks Jingle for the award! In celebration, I offer a poem:

A Love Poem

Your softness sends shivers up my spine.

You promise me fulfillment

and sweet memories for days to come.

I anticipate you with every waking breath.

I ache with undying desire.

You are my love

and my dream,

oh coconut cream

pie.

Haha! What did you think I was talking about love between a man and a woman? Nah, I’m not that kind of poet. 🙂

For Week 35, I nominate Fyodor Lewis

Rally on!

Drumroll, Please

The verdict is in.
I listened with no reaction as the nurse said,
“It’s benign.”
I hung up the phone and nonchalantly told my family and friends,
“I don’t have cancer.”
No emotion, little reaction, apart from a texted “Yea!”
But there are not enough smiles to express how I feel inside.

Trepidation

Photo courtesy of morgueFile

December 9, 2010
“This is not normal. I’ll need to do a biopsy.”
A fear washes over me. Is it more cancer?

The doctor makes no promises.

I make my next appointment and leave the doctor’s office numb. The biopsy is Monday. The weekend looms before me.

On Friday the numbness gradually turns to fury. I try to contain it, but it slips out occasionally. I look for a distraction, but everyone is busy.  I take a sleeping pill and go to bed early. I just want the days to pass quickly. I need to know.

On Saturday I work. Depression sets in. I don’t call anyone. I don’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I stare at Netflix all night, then go to bed.

Today is Sunday. The rage returns. I want to throw something, hit something, break something, whip my body around in a frenzy until I drop exhausted. I want to roar my pain.

Instead I stare mutely, looking for distraction.

Tomorrow is the biopsy.

 

 

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Slip in Time

I was waiting for your call to give me the number I needed.
But I never talked to you, how could I call?
We talked a week ago. I have it in my notes.
No that isn’t possible. I have been waiting for you
to return my call of last week.
I did return your call the same day last week.
But how is that possible? I would have remembered.
We didn’t talk. I know we didn’t.
It’s not a big deal. You can give me that number now.
Oh, but it is…a very big deal.
How does one forget an entire conversation?

 

 

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