Refered to the hospital
Though Via my gp
When up on arrival
Now starting to worry
Suspected growth or cyst
Hopping it is not the big C
Refered to throat specialist
Also had fine needle biopsy
Something l did not anticipate
Back and fourth ,numuros scans
But l supose now that my fate
Then rests in their hands
Hoping l was for a diagnosis
What are chances of survival
Should l start my bucket list
What if it is though terminal
Now it seems l still await
The results of needle test
And my emotional state
It seems at this time a mess
Not making any future plans
Anything to put my mind at rest
Then l am told very swollen glands
An infected lymph node
never have guessed
Written febuary 2014 horrible time was really ill very scary time
Go-go gadget, withdrawals no more,
a toast to addicts—there’s treasure on the floor.
X marks the spot, scribbled in Crayola,
connect all the dots—ecstasy, the night is over.
From Rock ’em Sock ’em robots to rocks in socks, a show-off,
hungry hungry Zippos, the money swells my lymph nodes, a lovely something sent ghosts—
right outside your windows,
trust no one, innuendo,
the night piggybacks the sickos.
I feel far from home, yet remotely close to sin,
my coffin’s so inviting—volunteer, I jump right in.
Fundamental frequency, but I only hit the high note,
incidental contingencies, lies in every word that she spoke.
Intentional indecency—my clip could use a reload,
a spectacle illegally, items bought without a barcode.
I yearn for entertainment, chose the red pill, hide from agents,
time’s complacent, me and drugs—true love, it’s our engagement.
And if I ever said “drugs make me a better me,”
I’m sorry that I lied—every night,
I cry myself to sleep.
lymph drops glisten diamond formation
topaz glide froth transmutation ~
Quitting coffee and should it kill me
Want to say that it's been fun
Sidled up to this specific teat
Not long after my first weaning done
My body trying to clue me in
As I clung to my drug of choice
No longer willing to continue
In stifling my tired kidney's voice
Just read it slows down the flow of lymph
to a toddling terrapin crawl
Immunities highway like that of L.A.'s
Cannot abide it you all
My plan to reduce to a cup a day
Followed by a day after another
It's warmth will be missed the aroma as well
As a weanling ripped from its mother (sob)
Truthfully not looking forward to
Shifting to water and herbal teas
Saying goodbye to my old friend caffeine
Long considered the hairy bee's knees
"I am feeling it." He said.
He meant his age. As I watched
I saw a vision…
Out from the cuttlefish bones of his breast
grime coughed up and dribbled.
I saw his heart stutter, the vapid flutter,
watched his lungs belch and utter
like a broken bladder.
A horseman on a creaking steed
raised its hoary head
and pointed an ancient ladle
speaking thus -
"Stir me belly lad," it said,
"spoon me sticky sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
Me grease is dumpy and lumpy.
Me hip-bones crunch
while me dingle wilts and dangles.
Me ears is gummy lad,
I've gone to the bad.”
The specter faded.
The old guy smiles, rubs his thin hair.
"I also see it sometimes," he says,
"that liver-spotted ghost
that chains me to an even older vision
of you."
Red-blood nobleman !
nobility has the sea !
lymph water regal blue ...
Yesterday afternoon on March 22nd, I had the paramedics transport me to the Emergency Ward of Swedish Hospital in Edmonds, Washington. And I was diagnosed with Lymph-edema (swelling of the legs) But I praise the Lord for there being no leakage! I did request prayer for me and my family on All Poetry!
If you access this, please pray for my family and for me.
I have to make a followup appointment with my PCD (Primary Care Doctor Kapil Gangwahl) when my home care worker from (Cathletic Community Services) is able to take me on a Thursday. Her supervisor is going to instruct her to take notes from my appointment. But both of my workers are going to try and walk around the building with me.
I sincerely hope and pray to God, our Heavenly Father in Jesus name, will heal my family and for me! He has already healed me from an ovarian cest on my right overy and from Calcification of my left breast! "Let all that has breath, Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow!" "There by the merciful grace of God go I!" more latter on 3/23/21
There's nothing we can do, the doctor said!
It was December, nineteen-seventy.
At once, those words exploded in my head
and pierced my heart- which broke in agony.
How could this be- she's much too young to die
at fifty-four, and I, just thirty-two?
Convulsed in tears, I begged the question, why-
please, doctor, tell me, please- this is not true!
To lymph nodes, bones- the killer-cancer crept-
too late for surgery or chemo now.
The doctor's sad, dark eyes said, please accept
this news I give- which we can't disavow.
She passed away late summer, the next year;
those long nine months- such painful reveries.
Though, forty-nine years now- I still hold dear
my loved, missed Mom- in dusty memories.
July 31, 2020
Contest: Dusty Old Memories
Sponsor: Constance La France
Almighty Eternal God
I had a lump on my neck for a couple of years
Seen a doctor and told me it can be a cancer if I don’t remove it
I’m pregnant and the problem is I cannot have surgery while pregnant
The father of my baby left me because of my decision to have an abortion
The neck surgery was immediately scheduled
I was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer
that had already spread to surrounding lymph nodes
I had more surgery and radioactive iodine treatments that year
Until there was finally no trace of the disease
Without the choice to have an abortion
I may not have survived
You told the curly Blonde baby angel
“Tell the priest that the babies are safe in Heaven
You want to give us women chance ]on the left ear] choice [on the right ear] to save ourselves
Abortion is incredibly a hard decision
The decision I have not regretted a day in my life
I greatly thank You for Your forgiveness
For having wide wisdom in my state of life
Please continue giving me a strongest faith
Fortitude to have strength and be courageous
Perseverance in taking care the rest of my life in Fr. Christ name. Amen.
06102020
Almighty Eternal God
I had a lump on my neck for a couple of years
Seen a doctor and told me it can be a cancer if I don’t remove it
I’m pregnant and the problem is I cannot have surgery while pregnant
The father of my baby left me because of my decision to have an abortion
The neck surgery was immediately scheduled
I was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer
that had already spread to surrounding lymph nodes
I had more surgery and radioactive iodine treatments that year
Until there was finally no trace of the disease
Without the choice to have an abortion
I may not have survived
You told the curly Blonde baby angel
“Tell the priest that the babies are safe in Heaven
You want to give us women chance ]on the left ear] choice [on the right ear] to save ourselves
Abortion is incredibly a hard decision
The decision I have not regretted a day in my life
I greatly thank You for Your forgiveness
For having wide wisdom in my state of life
Please continue giving me a strongest faith
Fortitude to have strength and be courageous
Perseverance in taking care the rest of my life in Fr. Christ name. Amen.
06102020
“I am feeling it.” He said.
He meant his age, and as I watched
I saw a vision of him…
Ribs broke away
from the cuttlefish bone of his breast
opening outward in a rueful grin.
I saw his heart stuttering over a word.
I watched his lungs tussling
with a bladder of vapor.
I saw a horseman on a creaking steed
raise its hoary head
and point an ancient ladle
at a long-winded windmill.
“Stir my belly lad,” it said.
“spoon out my sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
My oil is vapid, my hip-bones hang
like tree tusks over a wilting groin.
Each ear is a pot
for mulch and millipedes”.
The specter fades.
He smiles, rubs his thin hair.
“I also see it sometimes’” he says,
“this liver-spotted ghost
that chains me
to you.”
The boundless ocean of imagination,
as salty as the lymph inside your brain,
became a breeding field of the cetacean
ideas... I'm afraid, you'd plagued in vain
by merciless insomnia, the poet:
they have a water lifestyle at this time,
but soon they'll turn into the birds, you know it,
("you know it" is the Robert Browning's rhyme*).
They will grow up, peck out the poet's liver,
caw, clang, cluck, quack, crow, tweet, cheep, chirp and then
they spread their wings and leave the caregiver
alone with his insomnia again.
Get used, the poet, to the fact that they,
no matter clipping wings, to fly away.
* "The Glove" by Robert Browning.
September lights the deep dark night,
Strange shadows ply in silence deep;
No one in sight as dreams take flight,
Wordplay moves sigh before I sleep.
Night clusters well such solemn notes,
Words dash and dive as feeling surge;
Slumber can tell with snoring votes,
Verse craft now jives with vibrant urge.
Thought gathers more of rhymes that spread,
Poise warms fine feel to mellow mind;
Feelings thus spores chimes unafraid,
Charm profound drills gold verse vein finds.
Endless the flash of poetic flood,
Random lines frame what feelings come;
Breathless the dash of lymph and blood,
Words paint the game in precious sums.
Leon Enriquez
06 September 2018
Singapore
Dawn flings
A brand new light,
Joy sings
Of awesome sights
Wake up
To a new day
Fill cup
With happy play
Seize cheer
In sacred woods
Right here
Love tastes so good
Feel breeze
In windy touch
Fine squeeze
That tells so much
Sun glow
Brings lovely heat
Day shows
A lively treat
Sense truth
In floral tints
Glimpse proof
As true love mints
Birds sing
A glorious hymn
Tides bring
Wise flow of lymph
Pray then
With heart and soul
Just when
Love makes you whole
Give thanks
For blessings dear
No rank
Can bolster cheer
In time
Grand flavours surge
True chimes
Emerge to urge
Wise ways
Inspire fond dreams
Fine day
For fun to stream
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
Preparing to bathe, she looked in the mirror.
Something looked odd and she knew instantly.
The very next day the doctor verified,
She was not afraid, faced it positively.
Within a week there were CT scans ‘n tests,
And surgery to remove the malignancy.
All the lymph nodes were clear ‘n all was well
Some radiation but no chemo, luckily.
I was blessed when I faced cancer years ago.
If it happens to you, so much has been done.
Women are not just surviving but living well.
GOD bless all of you, may your battle be won.
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