Rivulets of sorrow meandering
down tear-stained skin. “Keep her comfortable
until it’s time.” Simple words-
of eternal reminder within.
Guiding her through the threshold
into the chill, shudders
of realization emerge. You survey
the molting trees, their arid leaves embellishing her hair like fragments of woven rhinestones. As if they weep for her. As if even the ambiances of ages past are beseeching
her not to leave.
Soon arrives the Foehn, holding you within its warm embrace. Its breaths, whispering lines of truth, sculpt a bittersweet tune as they herald the evening’s arrival. You understand.
Cloaked by lyrics of singing ivy, her expression calms, your fears dissolve. Consoled by a draft possessive, you cradle her through the darkness and follow her toward the seraph’s call into the fold of midnight slumber.
So I found out today about the Liebster award, so I thought I’d create a rhyme for you with the hope that you won’t get bored.
I’ll start by thanking my nominator who in this case is good ol’ ‘Jemverse,’ and then answer his eleven questions, so I don’t get pushed into a hearse.
First question would be who inspires me, and that in many cases are my patients, as they never fail to touch my heart through our encounter, our conversations.
Now while my favorite author is Dostoevsky, my favorite book is not by him, but Pathologies of Power, on health in developing countries- a situation that’s dire and rather grim.
While a lot of my blog is about medicine my first post was simpler than that- which also brings me to my most treasured possession- who is none other than my big, fluffy cat.
Now on to question six; we’re half way through: “If you were a color, what would you be?” I guess I would be brown, ‘cause it’s kind of bland Which I’m afraid in several ways may describe me.
As for where I would like to visit- the Galapagos…definitely. And I would bring my first pet, Pepper to play with the tortoises- a scene quite heavenly!
Now I will tell you my favorite flower, which I’ll say is the water lily, simply because I also like frogs- oops, that reasoning is rather silly!
And as for whom I admire- besides my mom, would be the saxophonist, the “Bird,” which brings me to the last question- my favorite song- “Blues for Alice”- one of the best pieces I’ve ever heard.
So thank you so much for bearing with me as I recite my silly rhyme- one so marvelously atrocious it should certainly be made a crime!
11 Fast Fun Facts about PuppyDoc:
– She plays the alto saxophone and had aspired to be ‘the female Charlie Parker’ but ended up in medicine instead. – She has traveled to many places around the world by herself, mainly to work and volunteer. – In one of the countries, she befriended a stray ring-tailed lemur with whom she shared her cactus fruit everyday. – In another country, she got a couple of mosquito-borne illnesses back-to-back. – She grew up watching “I Love Lucy” and knows all the episodes by heart. – She grew up watching “Sound of Music” and knows the script by heart. – She’s an only child.. – Her first and only canine was Pepper, a Dalmatian (pictured below), whom she had for 14 ½ good years. – She thinks possums are cute. – The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had significant influence on her in that she now quite enjoys anchovy pizza. – She gives most patients hugs.
As mentioned above, a really big thank you to Jem Croucher at ‘Jemverse- Life in Words’ blog for nominating me for the Liebster Award. It’s an honor and one I’m quite pleased to accept.
Now I’d like to nominate three blogs for the Liebster Award:
Flames softening a heart of stone fading away each zealous stream. A spirit dulled through nights of black blossoms stars from a faerie dream. A soul once dampened by frigid tears warmed by a love now found. Mangled wings bound by the sun now airily flitter upon the clouds.
Drifting through the sands of time, celestial burning suffuse the night. The sweetness of the morning dew caress my heart with wondrous light. Your grace, beauty, and wisdom great have seized my heart in awe unbound, The earth, now below us, faint- how sublime it is, this love we’ve found.
Slowly, the oxygen saturation dropped. Gradually, the alarms sounded. Insisting. Imploring us to do something. We turned them off. Made him comfortable. But we knew we couldn’t hide the truth.
We were letting him suffocate.
~ ~ ~
A lucid man. A failing lung. A decision made. A breathing tube placed—just temporarily— until the lungs healed. Until they got stronger. Until he got stronger. But I saw the regret the moment it was inserted. Nevertheless. We agreed to give it a chance.
But days passed. Then weeks. No improvement. Being alert, he communicated with us well. Through his writing, I got to know him well. His adventures. His best memory. His regrets in life. He was a good man.
But a man who never desired to live like this.
While the family disputed on what course of action to take next, he remained calm and unwavering.
“Please let me go.” was what he would say.
Then finally the moment came.
The time to say goodbye.
~ ~ ~
That day, I let myself weep during rounds. In front of a crowd of stoic faces. To weep over a friend. To weep over a human being. Over his courage. An impossible decision. The loss of a life. Everything.
A few words by Shakespeare which speak more truthfully than any piece I could write at the moment…
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Sometime break forth; and they can well declare The heart’s unrest, and how that it doth fare, The pain thereof, the grief, and all the rest. The watered eye, from whence the tears do fall, Do feel some force or else they would be dry…