tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post2585274951725336959..comments2023-10-31T08:09:25.281-07:00Comments on T.: Tuesday Poem: My Papa's WaltzT. http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-73504718722691061202012-04-20T07:30:06.562-07:002012-04-20T07:30:06.562-07:00I work at a cancer clinic and am always amazed and...I work at a cancer clinic and am always amazed and inspired by my patients. You would think a cancer clinic is a depressing place to work but I don't find it so. Everybody fears cancer but my patients have all faced this fear and survived, not the cancer, but the fear. Nothing is hidden, it's all out in the open which can be a relief of sorts. <br /><br />The only thing I can think of is that we all have to die of something, my patients just happen to know what it is that they're dying of. <br /><br />This sounds so hard and awful but I don't mean it that way. When people realize that they are mortal, it's almost as if they become more themselves. I watch this happening to my elderly mother. She is dying, of old age granted, but she knows her time here is limited and she cares less what others think and speaks her mind more often now. It's difficult at times but inspiring too. <br /><br />I guess the trick is to be ourselves without the spectre of death hanging over our heads.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-87186310318876799692012-04-17T12:16:31.514-07:002012-04-17T12:16:31.514-07:00Prayers for all of you.
I'm so sorry.
Love, ...Prayers for all of you.<br /><br />I'm so sorry.<br /><br />Love, C.Foxessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06754083123669916994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-9061034784332362522012-04-17T07:27:24.085-07:002012-04-17T07:27:24.085-07:00ohh, T. i came for the poetry...and bumped into li...ohh, T. i came for the poetry...and bumped into life. not that they should be very far apart, and i guess that's the thing, isnt it... to bring them together. my thoughts are with you, friend, and with your work friend and your family.<br />xo<br />susansusan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-81543264846625547562012-04-17T04:05:29.128-07:002012-04-17T04:05:29.128-07:00Bugger.
T - my heart - held out - to you.
Than...Bugger. <br /><br />T - my heart - held out - to you. <br /><br />Thank you for this courageous post full, as always, with such an appreciation of life at its best. Tragedies do this to us - throw us together with people we aren't usually thrown together with - give us long hours to fill while 'things' are sorted. Once I drove a friend's children to the hospital where she was waiting with her husband to tell them that his cancer had spread and he would die soon. The children chatted in the car as we drove. The youngest aged about 14 played with his soccer ball. The sun was out. My scalp prickles when I think of it. How their lives spun and fell in a heap not long after - and there I was. The driver. And I knew. <br /><br />Take care T. Kia kaha, as we say here. Strength.Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-79246905280407155842012-04-16T23:52:20.026-07:002012-04-16T23:52:20.026-07:00Poor you, it looks as if pain is all around you. V...Poor you, it looks as if pain is all around you. Very best wishes for Wednesday. Cro xCro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-30295812359192916652012-04-16T23:36:47.426-07:002012-04-16T23:36:47.426-07:00Hello T. You have written so beautifully about the...Hello T. You have written so beautifully about these happenings in your life. Blessings mixed with pain. May much strength and light come your way and that of your family. I wish you and yours the best outcome.<br />Hugs HelenHelen McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18429062682694815734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-7040830655973176032012-04-16T21:33:22.958-07:002012-04-16T21:33:22.958-07:00oh, dammit, T. just when we think we've had o...oh, dammit, T. just when we think we've had our ration of life's pain and there can't possibly be more - there it is again. And out of those awful moments come time spent with your nephew - who sounds delightful. It sounds as if he must have been as surprised and encouraged by his aunt as you were by him. "This little light of mine."<br /><br />Sending love and light to you, your friend, your sister, your family. For all of us, because we all need it, for sure.Taradharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17665801586196931603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-72707936997030633862012-04-16T21:24:06.688-07:002012-04-16T21:24:06.688-07:00Oh, dear, I am so, so sorry to hear of all this go...Oh, dear, I am so, so sorry to hear of all this going on in your life -- in the people you love. I just said the other day to a good friend that everything seems to be falling apart for so many people, and we wondered whether this was a result of our getting older or whether it's just been a harrowing year or two. You and your sister and your friend will be in my prayers -- candles will be lit and head bowed. Sending love and healing thoughts your way --Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.com