Posts made in September, 2017

My Wobbly Bicycle, 142

Posted by on Sep 20, 2017 in Archive | 13 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 142

I’m sleeping, as I usually do, like a baby. And taking naps. But I’m tired. Yes, you say, of course! Jerry’s surgery and illness. Your two—no, three—no, four— years of illness and surgeries. And you’d be right, but I’m thinking about WHY it’s tiring. Everyone I’ve talked to who’s taken care of a sick loved one has expressed a deep fatigue. Here is what I’ve come up with:   It’s not the sitting by a bedside. I can sit and watch birds or waves for a long time, and not feel tired. It’s not the struggle to make conversation. I have sat by Jerry for many minutes...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 141

Posted by on Sep 10, 2017 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 141

Is this a poem or a post? For sure it is not going anywhere. It is just staying here in this hospital room. Inside the room is a smaller room, which is the ultrasound screen, its still smaller rooms made of pulsating shadows. The light within the shadows are the rooms of the arteries, the veins, which all look good, open, doing their job. No heart problem, no clots. It was the CT scan and then x-rays that found the problems.   Nobody is going anywhere at the moment. Except me, back and forth, home to hospital. There is a deep enclosure that forms around sickness. It sucks you in. The...

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