Your Dying Spouse 691 - Someone To Watch Over Me

It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but there are times when I wish I could talk to someone about this whole cancer gig, someone who could provide some measure of reassurance.

The hard thing is, through most of my live I have been that person.

So I keep a lid on things, and in public I play the whole mess for laughs.

In private...well, I still play it for laughs.

But I am sure concerned...well, no, scared. The tumours are all around my neck now (did someone just say choke-hold?), and they seem to link to swollen lymph nodes along the chest wall...and to the pancreas.

That is not a happy thought, especially since I've never had a hankering for necklaces.

Especially not the malignant kind.

I wish I knew a guru

or some enlightened soul;

perhaps a talking kangaroo,

or a beatific troll.

I wish that I could sit down

with tea well-laced with rum,

and discuss, without a frown,

what I shall soon become.

I wish that there were answers

that did not inspire dread,

not daily seeing cancer's

wish to make me dead.

You'd think, with all that I've endured

that I'd not need be reassured.

And here is Willie Nelson (yes, really) singing Someone To Watch Over Me.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

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