I AM in the 'right ballpark'
All physical-symptoms have not been missing in me
If it is a similar metastatic beastie
then one of the last things,
to begin-with would be, to set it FREE
(with a BIOPSY ?) to-wander ~SPREAD as it did with Mary
I have lived, with that THING (within, arms-reach) for 22 months ?
I have watched-it, deprive Mary of the strength, for life
By the time you notice that food has begun to 'back up'
this side, of your esophagus
it has already obstructed the alimentry canal (?)
already
taken the place of
good tissue in that place ?
I haven't heard of post-cancer
esophageal reconstruction, being 'carried-out'
When coffee too just sits there daring-you
to attempt-to drown-yourself
with just-another half-mouthful of 'coffee' that won't go down
Today, I ate cereal [uncooked, as-always]
a cereal breakfast-bar, a tin of Heinz Tomato Soup
2 Toasted Crumpets (no visible carbon)
3 mugs black coffee
1 Mug of Horlicks
2 Mueller's Fruit Corners
Red-Cherries pack
a Full Round of Ham Sandwich
I masticated it all 'thoroughly' before swallowing and avoided that
'throwing-up' again today \o/
"
You might not be prone (susceptible) to the 'same trigger' as your Mary"
TRUE!!
I have previously survived /recovered-from a breast tumour behind my left nipple
after THREE MONTHS of chemo only months BEFORE, my '
emigration' to-Manchester
Peter, 'was afraid he would drown ?
If somehow, I lost the ability to cough
I could 'drown' in Bronchial Pneumonia ?
developing from my 'Bronchi-Ectasis'
just saying
Which
way we will each 'pass' is, it-seems, a Moot point (until it's happening)
Dread ? Fear ? Anxiety ? in me ? None!!
Back in 2005, I prepared to take my own life
[too-long, a-story, to give background, now]
I 'made' a hangman's noose and tied it into the roof of my garden shed
10 feet 6 inches from the floor
An Adult Male voice in the darkness of the shed (where I was alone)
passed through-me and the shed as I stood below it
ie: before climbing, to-'
peace'
"
Leave it until-morning, things will be different then"
the voice said, in a manner that overflowed with confident-prediction
[I repeat, I WAS ALONE out there]
I 'obeyed'
I had a marvellous rest, I even overslept
It was the now former spouse that woke me
~in a manner so-reminiscent of 'the girl on the bed' in that film called
The Exorcist (?)
Her voice almost masculine at-times and seemingly, coming
from deep-behind her tonsils / adenoids
"I want a divorce!"
"What if one of the kids had found you hanging there you selfish barsteward"
All I had done after-installing the rope, was SLEPT VERY WELL INDEED
"Thank God for that!" I replied, because now
I could see the LIGHT that had 'touched-me' out there in the shed (earlier)
I had heard the TRUTH ~from someone who loves me ?
I need no-evidence of His presence, in my life and throughout it
>
Did I tell you that at the age of Five years, my mother was confident-enough
to allow me to find my own way to infants-school
~my having displayed ability to do so safely
I abused her trust,I put myself in peril
I jumped upon the tailgate of a pickup truck (outside of the school)
driven by Santa Claus in costume
who sold lucky dip Christmas gifts [pound shop stuff]
intending to hop off when it stopped at the sign at the next junction
well he jumped the stop and drove straight across the main road at the bottom
that had a steep camber to the centre (crown) of the road
of-course the springs of the pickup exaggerated this bounce so-much
that it slapped me to the road surface
I did myself a wicked beauty facial (rubbed-out, my dimpled chin)
scoured palms, wrists, elbows and knees
I must have looked a dreadful mess
I told Mum
I fell down, which wasn't anything-like,
the whole truth
but it sufficed, that she unknowingly ~continued to trust me
I know
I listened to
everything she said, afterwards
I had really been shaken-up
It hurt to DO WRONG, even when
there was nobody around to prevent you doing it
Self-awareness, got knocked into me LITERALLY....
self-recognizance ? _it is a responsibility
>
When I was riding home from work on my bicycle one-evening
a speeding motor-cyclist had to brake suddenly
as the lights in front of us went to Red
He slammed into the back of my bike
sending it careening across the light controlled junction in front of a bus
that was coming in the other direction (I'm sure he saw it and braked)
and my left elbow polished the chrome radiator grille
No, whichever way
~and WHEN E X A C T L Y
I pass
is [I PROMISE] not a concern to me, not now
I'm gonna WAIT 'n' SEE with Psalm 23