Well, I almost made it the entire day without falling apart at some point. I made it to around 11pm at least, before disintegrating into the blubbering, snot-nosed train-wreck I’ve been so often lately…it’s crazy.
For a while today, watching movies with my mama, doing her hair, listening to her snore while she dozed…I almost forgot at times, if you can believe that…and then, it’s like a forcefully painful chop to the throat when I realize something random like how she’ll most likely never see another decorated Christmas tree after this holiday. Or, the newfound inability to delete the hundreds of voicemails I’ve accumulated from her on my current phone, no matter how insignificant. I just want to breathe any Life I have into her; it’s so intense: these feelings that I harbor of protectiveness and defeat all wrapped into one big, ball of sheer grief-stricken idleness.
“Anticipatory Grief”, that’s the label they’ve given to what I am currently experiencing…
but it’s label makes no difference to me or anyone else, some fancy surname or amendment changes nothing about the bottomless depths of grief’s sadness.
Well, the biopsy results came back this morning…my mother has officially been given 1 to 2 years to live, “depending on her treatment choices”…stage 4 lung cancer that has already metastasized quite aggressively, hence that huge lump growing on her neck that I wrote about recently.
When I was driving her back to her job following this news, it was weird, almost like for the first time in my conscious memory, I didn’t want to let her out of my car – I didn’t want her to go. I’ve tried twice to speak to her since then, and had to hang up abruptly both times because I choked up completely, like a desperately bitter child.
Due to the location of the lump in her throat (it straddles her carotid artery), they have had a difficult time in diagnosing this because they didn’t want to biopsy the regular way and cut her by accident. In the meantime, she was given x-ray, CT scan, and sonogram in order to get precise measurements of its position in relation to her veins and arteries. I took her for a radiology appointment last week; when I saw the thing on the screen in the sonogram room, I went cold; something about it made my knees like jelly for a few seconds, I just got this sense of what it was – the finality it represents…I had to sit down.
I can still
a sweaty face –
a selfless smile –
that made me
that the truth
is still a lie.
The March of Time
goes down a rigid line;
the drum that reverberates,
it doesn’t stop on a dime;
the vibration rolls
along tidal waves
through all matter
of time and space;
the skies that hold
the secret fate,
of the self-worshipping
human race –
have been foreseen,
The Ties that Bind
unravel and unwind,
to be once again tied
to our heavy hearted
Marching in circles
around the confines of
must keep up to an impossible pace –
the hand that takes, the hand that shakes,
the hand that counts the sentiment faked.
I will kneel at the feet of the man or the beast, depending on which one has his teeth sunk into me… and when the lips peel back upwards, to bear the double edged, dripping red, set of razor teeth… only then, can be determined, which one I’m currently worshiping. I can blend myself in with the white or red skin, belonging to either clan through a split blood relation… and when the day has ended, to become the grey-scaled, chain-mailed, cell of my own prison… the only way that I’m able to stay, shine light on what’s mine once again. I can keep up still, alongside the fin or the gill, towing my heaviest anchor and its affected blood-trail… and when the buoy’s been rounded, to become blinded once again, the line of vision, breaths get exhaled… the single-handed curse: my belovedly bled best friend.
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