Soon

poem by Dave Morrison

Note from Dave: Dear Friends, two treatments to go. While I’m not out of the woods yet and have plenty of healing to do, I still feel as if I’ve stuck my finger in the socket of gratitude. This is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to go through, and I have felt supported ALL THE WAY THROUGH. My family, my friends, my co-workers, my community, even strangers have been generous beyond words with help and encouragement. Thank you. Now go out there and enjoy this beautiful day!

Soon

it will not hurt to smile or
kiss my wife, there will be no
danger in swallowing, showers
will not involve Saran wrap and
tape and bandages, our counters
will not be crowded with pill
bottles and salve.

Soon there will be no sores in
my mouth, no burns on my
throat, the skin on my neck and
face will not be scorched and
tender.

Soon eating will not involve
vinyl bags and tubing and
syringes, soon it will involve
taste and smell and food and
chewing and satisfaction.

Soon I will wake up and not be
tired, soon I will not need pain meds,
soon I can help around the house
and go to work, soon I can do my
share.

Soon no more treatments; no more
chemo, radiation, daily drives, just
regular days doing regular things,
surrounded by a million tiny
miracles, unspeakable beauty,
riding along in a body that works
correctly, soon my astonishing, blessed,
simple life that I will never, ever, take for
granted again.

Soon.

DM 5/14/2015

Soon