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Showing posts with label wife. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2016

PREOCCUPIED, ANOTHER FORM OF WRITER'S BLOCK

It's been 10 days since my last posting and that's too long a span of time, but nothing much has changed as far as my bucket list item and the forces of nature working against it. Am including two pictures I scanned. One of a poem I wrote several weeks past and the other of the nice illustrative drawings Dr. Siddiqui did as he explained my options to Mertie and I
 
Mertie and I had our second opinion meeting today with Dr. Faisal Siddiqui who performs radiation treatments at Peacehealth and also the more focused radiation treatment called the Cyberknife. His recommendation is against surgical removal of the prostate
in the same terms as Dr. Jason Smith. The best looking option appears to be a two stage radiation treatment. First 5 weeks of irradiation of prostate and lymph nodes with 40-45 on the grayscale (power rating), then 5 treatments of a nearly double amount of irradiation on the prostate alone. After our talk with Dr. Siddiqui, Merie and I felt very hopeful about extended life expectancy. The details of the after care are too involved to put in here. Oh ... I've already commenced working toward my transition to breasts and hot flashes. Dr. Siddiqui prescribed Bi-ka-loo-ta-myd, one a day. He says it will immediately block or slow spread of cancer cells in prostate while Mertie and I decide on course of action. Will need to put plenty of vitamin D and calcium additives into play. 

As for writing. One rejection of 3 poems returned this past week, and the rewriting of The Porn Writer has been slow going. I'm sure there's a subconscious blockage between me and my imaginative powers. I feel, I think I'd call it, "preoccupied". Good beginnings for poems about the cancer come to mind constantly, but the impulse to complete them doesn't follow.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

SILENT BOOMER CROWS AND EATS SAUSAGE

Lohan via Huffpo via Getty

I've made a second step toward promoting myself. Most of my 75 year writing life, I've sat back, pouted, felt inferior and been jealous of everyone's success...even jealous of friends who win awards and make headway in this unrewarding business of writing while literacy declines all around us.

I sent an email to a local publication, pimping myself as a writer who ought to be interviewed. I listed all my worthiness to be interviewed. A veritable Lady Gaga of the written word. Or should that be Lindsay Lohan? Whichever. Doesn't Lindsay look a little beat up—the hazards of success?

PS: Found an interesting vegetarian sausage made by "Field Roast Grain Meat Co." Browned or grilled, its sausage-like texture is satisfying to both tooth and palate. My wife says they've too much oil in them. She's a real drill sergeant when it comes to diet. Damn it all to hell...she wants me to live!