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Late last year
Annie Franklin
died
at the tender age...
..
Lifestar landed in the burning grass
But there was no need for a rescue flight.
It got sixty full seconds on the evening news.
..
On the side of the road
near the spot
where she
joined the choir invisible
(bought the farm,
bit the dust, paid the piper,
shat the bed)
..
is a small white cross
festooned with plastic flowers
of every hue
(and some you can't imagine)
..
On the cross
are these words:
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You are loved
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Saturday, October 14, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Two more small digital collages
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Life is Funny
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I
Thursday, September 21, 2006
A different note...
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For those of you who read the last post, here's the good news. I had been worried about a gradual increase in pain in my sternum, and had planned to tell my doctor at my scheduled treatment today. Before I could mention it, he asked if the wisdom tooth I'd had a root canal in (to minimize the risk Zometa treatment causes, of osteonecrosis of the jaw) had pretty much settled down, because he wanted to put me back on the Zometa. Then he asked if I'd had an increase in achiness in my breastbone. He said that many women notice that if they go off the Zometa. So the increasing pain that I feared meant that the cancer was worsening may in fact be simply because the normal reforming of bone just slowed down with the withdrawal of Zometa. I felt somewhat reassured. I resumed treatment with Zometa in addition to the Herceptin today.
And I had an amazingly creative time as I sat in the infusion room. I wrote a poem that will be part of a breast cancer-themed artwork, and also wrote a poem about a significant experience I had several years ago, which can be a stand-alone poem but which I'll also probably put with an image, possibly an altered vintage postcard. Here it is.
..
Apart, I prayed.
Forgive me, young ones,
I mean you no harm.
Forgive me.
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................................---May Terry
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For those of you who read the last post, here's the good news. I had been worried about a gradual increase in pain in my sternum, and had planned to tell my doctor at my scheduled treatment today. Before I could mention it, he asked if the wisdom tooth I'd had a root canal in (to minimize the risk Zometa treatment causes, of osteonecrosis of the jaw) had pretty much settled down, because he wanted to put me back on the Zometa. Then he asked if I'd had an increase in achiness in my breastbone. He said that many women notice that if they go off the Zometa. So the increasing pain that I feared meant that the cancer was worsening may in fact be simply because the normal reforming of bone just slowed down with the withdrawal of Zometa. I felt somewhat reassured. I resumed treatment with Zometa in addition to the Herceptin today.
And I had an amazingly creative time as I sat in the infusion room. I wrote a poem that will be part of a breast cancer-themed artwork, and also wrote a poem about a significant experience I had several years ago, which can be a stand-alone poem but which I'll also probably put with an image, possibly an altered vintage postcard. Here it is.
..
For the She-Wolf and Her Pups
PUTNAM and THE WOLF - Plaque at Wolf Den
Following her tracks through one day and night in the early snow of December 1742 to the Connecticut River and back, the early settlers of this region here discovered the den of the she wolf that had for years devastated their flocks and had so far eluded all attempts at capture. After all other methods had failed, when both servant and dog held back, Israel Putnam, 70 of whose sheep had been slaughtered, at 10 o'clock at night, with a rope tied to his feet, first with a torch, again with a musket, entered this cave, and by the light of her angry eyes, shot and killed the marauder, and entering - a third time, dragged forth the body of the last wolf in Connecticut.
Following her tracks through one day and night in the early snow of December 1742 to the Connecticut River and back, the early settlers of this region here discovered the den of the she wolf that had for years devastated their flocks and had so far eluded all attempts at capture. After all other methods had failed, when both servant and dog held back, Israel Putnam, 70 of whose sheep had been slaughtered, at 10 o'clock at night, with a rope tied to his feet, first with a torch, again with a musket, entered this cave, and by the light of her angry eyes, shot and killed the marauder, and entering - a third time, dragged forth the body of the last wolf in Connecticut.
.
"HE DARED TO LEAD WHERE OTHERS DARED TO FOLLOW"
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On a gray day
in November
We walked the rocky trails
by Mashmoquet Brook.
..
I saw witch hazel
thin, long petals like yellow ribbons
shivering in small bursts of breeze;
armies of chattering chipmunks
calling, distracted,
skittering over the she-wolf's den.
..
I heard low growling
that no one else could hear.
Perhaps what Firewalker
of the North said
is true.
"You walk
with cat spirits, May",
he said.
.. Apart, I prayed.
Forgive me, young ones,
I mean you no harm.
Forgive me.
..
................................---May Terry
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