health

Feb 232010
 

 

An Ode to Valley Fever

 

Breathe them in

To the lungs

Airborne filaments and spores

In the warm, moist pleura

Spots and spingles form

Then plan

Their next move

 ~

For most

It is mild,

This inner invasion

~It means~

Fever, cough, chills, ache

Perhaps a rough, red rash

Six months

A year

You’re better

~

For others

Even twenty years later

Fever, weight loss, cough, chest pain

Blood-tinged sputum

Nodules to blame

But you don’t die

For the vulnerable few

Lung growths, ulcers, abrasions form

Skull, spine and bone lesions, the norm

Knees, ankles, other joints ache

The brain and spinal cord join in

Forsake

~

Recourse?

Rest

Fluconazole

Itraconazole

~But perhaps most important~

Learn the lessons

Do your best

This may be

The final test.

A few years ago, my dear friend died from a mad conflagration of valley fever and lung cancer. This piece emerged from that experience.

For the latest information regarding Coccidioidomycosis, commonly called Valley Fever, click here.

Jun 052009
 

Hear the door,

The phone.

Calculate time.

Too early?

Too late?

Tension building in the shoulders.

Bad news?

Tension…in the neck.

Consider

Statistics, probabilities.

…In the tummy.

Know them,

Respect them,

Skirt around them, aware.

…The gut.

Account for each character

In life’s elaborate play.

Anyone missing?

Vulnerable?

Are they all still alive?

Am I ready

If they’re not?

Feb 062009
 

Again.

Jangled.

Rankled.

Out of  sync.

Out of sorts.

Viewing the world

Through lenses of distortion;

Feeling feelings

One cannot explain.

Questioning thoughts, relationships, motives, decisions.

Is this what it’s like to be insane?

How to re-contain?

Maintain?

Stop the pain?

Again?

Oct 012008
 

Another late night phone call.

Tears.

Fears.

Disappointment and Defeat.

Again.

Death beckons,

Seductively offering promises of ease.

Reality?

The odious trials of living it out are too obvious.

Enduring seems impossible, too painful, to him.

He’s near surrender.

Words fail.

Love…encouragement…support…ineffective.

Is there a way

To get him through another day?

Will the phone ring again?

*

Why is hope not injectible?

Why is love not enough?