it’s not easy being smith… always keeping on, putting one foot in foot of the other, the other in front of the one no matter what roadblocks arise, what feces falls down.
doctors cut the cancer polyps out of my throat 8 months ago, then beat me bloody with 8 weeks of radiation. then nose polyps they’d forgotten to mention which filled my head from brain pan to eye ball. doc took those out
2 weeks ago when they biopsied my voice box. while waiting pathology results, i was hit with hot/cold massive spike tooth pain which ended in root canal 2 days ago. combined with the body/mind trauma of simultaneous
nose/throat surgery, it made it hard to be me. something about head trauma – pain below the neck is body pain… pain above is me.
all these whiles, the lady who saved my life – my wife4life – is being beaten and rebeaten with worry for her defective manthing.
then there’s the no-health-insurance-self-pay-money-blues. even at half-price self-pay, $25,000 for throat cancer… $1,000 for root canal… $6,000 for nose polyps. this for a guy who quit his job with $20,000 in the
bank 8 months ago, married 4 months ago, and is leaving this country for unknown origins in 3 weeks.
yet the it it is is good.
both biopsies came back today cancer-free. our studio loft condo sold in 2 weeks. we have tickets for london. artcrimes 21 is published to magnificent murmurs. i have met / found / married my soul’s lover / partner / companion / friend / wife kathy. she’s the sole mind i’ve found which works like mine, of equal talent. we have multiple poetry readings coming up, book just published by green panda press and soon one by deep cleveland press. and friends are saying nice things in goodbye.
what a way to end one adventure and begin another.
may you all be as lucky as i.