It was one of my rare unique "cancer moments" where I feel so much at peace. I wanted to be anxious about my bone marrow extraction scheduled for this morning, but I wasn't. Instead, I was feeling blessed and grateful. So what if an eight-inch needle was going to be drilled deep into my hip bone and then the thick marrow sucked out in excruciating pain. Not to worry. There were crickets and moonlight.
I really didn't want to put my head on the pillow. I was so much enjoying the calm storybook moment. It was such a sad weekend for so many Americans. Thousands of people devastated and displaced in Texas, and thousands of others who lost their jobs in New York. This was the perfect moment for me to say a prayer for all of them, and be grateful.
The extraction was fine. I was in and out in thirty minutes. And it is so minimal in comparison to the pain that is being felt by all of those suffering such loss. My heart goes out to all of them.
3 comments:
One of your better blog posts Bill! You do have a wonderful graphic way with words that paint a picture in my mind. When your spirits drop, think of those crickets and the moonlight ... might help. Keep up the great caring attitude. Thinking about ya!
All I could think about is poetry in motion. Everything you write about, (including some that may feel uncomfortable), is poetry in motion.
I want to write a song about crickets.
Elaine
Hello Bill my name is Sean I am 32 and was recently diagnosed with stage 3 hodgkins disease. I start chemo this week and i don't have anyone that shares the experience that i can talk to. Im not sure how you feel, but it would be great to hear from you and be able to talk to someone who understands first hand. If you choose to respond my contact is dbeck3@mac.com
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