Ponderings of a Cliff Dweller

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Ponderings of a Cliff Dweller

One may ask of himself… what is it like to live… teetering on the edge of life…  not knowing if tomorrow will bring the dawn into his vision… or if he will find himself in morning’s light of another world.  I have pondered that very thought, as I would guess that many who are lingering in serious illnesses… given prognosis of a few weeks… a few months to live… have also had pass through their mind.  What is it that gives us the strength to rise in the morning and make the coffee… feed the cat… open the front door just to inhale the aroma of the blush of a new dawn?  How can we not just lie in the bed and wallow in our sorrow of a limited future that another has cast upon us… the thought that we may no longer be of this world… tomorrow?

I’ve known those that have given up… some of them very personally.  Those that say the battle is just not worth it.  Those who have allowed the physical weakness to take over their every thought of hope… confirmed by some very educated medical professionals that have advised them that statistics say… they will no longer be sitting in their favorite chair watching the morning news… sipping their favorite cup of coffee… by Tuesday.

I’ve known those that have lost their will to live.  Those who have used the very medications given to them to ease their pain… to take their own life… before the disease of which they suffer does that for them.  They are tired of suffering.  They are tired of the pain.  They are tired of the day after day treatments that often cause unfathomable suffering.  They are tired of being mistreated by those who profess to be their caretakers.  They are just tired of living.

Perhaps I am the one of un-normal-ness.  The one who so desires to live… if only to shine his light upon just one more human being that has lingered in the darkness for far too long.  My candle remains bright… even if there are those who cannot see it, for I know in my heart… there is still one… one who has been cast into the darkest of tunnels… that will someday… find my light reaching out for her… lighting the pathway into hope… into the love… of being human.

I have teetered on the edge now for many years.  Sometimes I stumble, feeling the earth shift beneath my feet.  I can see the cascading rocks sliding down the cliff… where I often lose my footing.  On at least four occasions… It has been presumed by those of educated minds… that I would not be of this earth within a rather short period of time.  Yet… here I am… blathering my soul into a journal that few will read… that even fewer will understand completely… though it will perhaps… bring a greater understanding to one who may wander in these words in some future point in time.

I can’t sit here and tell you that I have never been discouraged.  I am discouraged every single day of the week.  I cannot do all of the things that I wish that I could.  I cannot even do all of the things that I ‘need’ to do.  That is perhaps the most discouraging.  There is no little fairy that will appear voluntarily to offer assistance to me in any form or fashion.  I hurt. I’m short of breath.  I can’t take a deep breath, talk for very long… or laugh… without coughing.  I am extremely fatigued more often than not.  Those things are also a bit discouraging at times.  If I must confess the truth within this journal… I could say that I do have family… most of whom have distanced themselves from me for reasons unknown to me.  Maybe that is just their way of dealing with such serious illness of someone they care about.  Maybe their lives are just too full to deal with anyone else’s… and I can understand that… sometimes.

I would add this… When my mother became very ill with heart disease, we became closer… even though we had always been close.  When my father became ill… we became closer… even though there had been considerable distance between us for most of my life.  It was nice to once again become friends and to understand one another a bit better than we ever had before.  Why family distances themselves from one another… without provocation…  perhaps is not for me to understand.

So why am I writing this into my journal documenting my journey through cancer?  Because these very emotions are what this journey is all about.  Yes… there are the tests and their results… there are the treatments and their benefits… and the often severe side effects of those treatments… there is the good, the bad, and the ugly of medical professionals that diagnose us… treat us… and make us feel as though we are just providing them with additional income… or making us feel as though they truly care.  I have been very fortunate in the care, the respect, the understanding and the kindness with which I have been treated by my radiology oncologist.  The rest of those involved will remain without comment at this time… but all of you know that at some point in time… I will unload on those who fail the test of respecting another human being, especially of one who is very ill… i.e. The Veteran’s Administration Health Care System.  There are so many veterans, much worse off than myself… who deserve much better.

I am awaiting the PET scan scheduled for Friday morning.  Then the horrendous wait until the results of that scan are revealed to me on the following Thursday.  As most of you know by now… I will attempt to obtain a copy of the CD that will be sent to my oncology doc… so that I may view the results before they are discussed with me by her.  Not that I will understand everything in it… but my vision is still good enough to see glowing objects that linger inside me.

So… for the moment… I will await the injection of nuclear material into my veins… followed by sitting alone in a very small room for approximately an hour… pondering what may come… pondering what lies beyond the cliff… the edge of my humanness… standing in the doorway between this world and that of the next… teetering… on the edge.  Of course… I have always loved the explorations of the unknown… with a curious mind… and if I was healthy… I’d just be dwelling on the edge of a different cliff.

I am so tremendously grateful to those of you who have taken this journey along with me… especially to those of you who also wander within the Vision of Poets site… bringing into my life… your light… your compassion… your hope… your healing energies… your hugs… your uniquely special ways of making me feel that I am not alone in this journey.  My most heartfelt gratitude to all of you.  I can only hope, that my sometimes flickering light has shined upon you as well… and brought to you at least a semblance of hope that you have so unselfishly and generously shared with me.

Thank you for reading my ponderings… and thank you for always sharing your light with me.

Bennie 1

Bennie in his favorite tree

Namasté

Michael33

5 thoughts on “Ponderings of a Cliff Dweller

    • Hi Dorinda… I’m always so glad to hear from you. Yes, waiting can be quite intense, but I have great patience and I shall endure. I’m not sure of my strength, but I am sure of my will and the hope I hold for positive results and the ability to accept what may come. I thank you with all my heart for your wishes of good news.

      I hope you are enjoying a most beautiful Sunday…

      Michael

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  1. Dear Michael, if we can not offer our hand of friendship, a word of comfort or just be a listening ear.. We are not worthy of being called Mankind.. I know this journey, haven taken it with my Dad.. holding his hand, putting on his oxygen mask. and helping him right to that last door..
    I have seen the Good the Bad and the Ugly.. and my friend I do not know why it is that family distances itself.. Maybe they can not cope with the reality so by being distant to them it isn’t happening..
    I only know it doesn’t always take illness to make family distance themselves.. I know as my own Mother chose not to speak to me for ten years, despite my attempts.. She passed without the rift she created being bridged..
    Writing about it on my blog helped me make sense of it all.. So writing in your journal is helping you make sense of everything.. As you begin to put things into perspective..
    You are held within my healing book Michael, each morning I say a prayer with it held in my hand.. It has many names of people I will never meet.. You and others are sent my prayers of healing energy..
    You are one brave man my friend.. Like you, I have seen many give up, give in, and the moment they do, that cliff edge gets ever closer..

    Sending love and Light.. and you have no idea of the LIGHT you shine Michael into our lives, through your love and compassion, poetry and insight..
    And Love Bennie.. Keep hanging in there my friend..
    Blessings Sue xxx ❤

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    • I do believe that is what we all are here for… to offer our hand to another… compassion for those who suffer in any form… those who are sad from life’s realities. I am seldom sad because I know that all that confronts me is just another pathway that has been placed before me to follow into a new light… a new enlightenment. My hands are still able to reach out for another… my ears are often much too sensitive and can hear the silent pleas of one who is searching… my mind, my inner most being ready for one who wanders in darkness to share with me their thoughts… their anguish… their anxiety. I don’t always have the answer… but I always have the time and the willingness to listen… and a great deal of love to share.

      I’m so sorry that you had to make that journey with your dad, but I know that he must have felt the love that you had to share with him and as a result… made his journey so much easier to bear. Having someone that cares… near to you… can truly ease the pain of all that we must face. I am sure that as a result of that… you have become even more enlightened within your own journey. Reaching out for another… always brings us Light.

      I don’t know that I will ever make sense out of distancing of family… but I must admit that I have had to do that on one occasion due to deceit and lies… I finally had all that I could endure and severed the ties that bind. Sometimes… that is just something one has to do for their own soul’s survival.

      I am humbled that you include me in your healing book and offer prayers to all of us within it each morning. No wonder I always feel better in the very early morn. You know already… that I feel your energy passing through me… and it is a most beautiful feeling of healing. I’m not certain exactly how to thank you for all the light that you have sent to me to brighten my spirit… to bring wellness to my being… but I hope you can feel my gratitude.

      Bennie and all of my beautiful little creatures bring peace, unconditional love and a sense of purpose into my life and I am so thankful that they are here to share their strange and unpredictable behavior with me. I am forever entertained by their antics.

      Thank you so very much Sue for always being here for me… for your compassion… for your light that you so willing share with another.

      Blessings to you Sue… and very warm hugs…

      Michael

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      • Dear Michael, you are most welcome my friend and I thank you for that most appreciative compliment my friend..

        I was pleased to be there on my Dad’s last leg of his journey and talk him over to the other side.. And I can feel your gratitude in every word you have written..
        You are continually held within my thoughts and prayers Michael..
        Love and Blessings to you my friend,
        I wish you, Bennie and your four legged friends a Peaceful Day.
        Blessings Sue 🙂

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