Crying Out To God

 

Kind of funny, but I have a Horseshoe Of Pain running from the metastasis in my right femur, through the pancreas up to my neck, then curving down to the metastasis in my right humerus.

Maybe I should get a tattoo, to follow the path? Let me know in the comments!

But while it's horrible, God's got this, and the healing I have received is being equipped to handle this, every day, hopeful in the face of the hopeless, and cheerful to light the dungeons of despair.

The Lord God will not hear me cry

from the pain and from the deep,

for there's no earthly reason why

I should wait, whimper, and weep,

for I have been amply equipped

with all that a hard man needs

when he's bound and being whipped,

but beyond that are the seeds

of faith and joy, eternal hope

that He secretly slipped in

to my soul to let me cope

with Satan's worst, maybe not to win,

but to stay out on the field,

and play the game, never to yield.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MILESTONE. Dropped one of them on my toe, yeah.

Cancer has milestones so many,

and I refuse to count a one

'cause it's my life and it's my penny,

and counting death-marks just ain't fun.

Sure, I got metastases

and they're getting whole lot worse,

but if I focus mind on these

I will become mine own curse.

I'll adjust to newer pain,

and kowtow to the loss of function.

Even good dudes get the rain,

and I won't ask for an injunction

to stay the sentence passed on me,

the dream hard by Eternity.

Four minutes, a few seconds over. Last couplet was tough.

Music from Cat Stevens, with Another Saturday Night 

Sylvia says, 'I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!'