Now I have trod a thousand miles and cried a million tears
I’ve lived a life of much regret that’s filled with foolish fears
And wondered why the world is sad and so misunderstood
That sometimes in the long run we can’t tell the bad from good
Our God is in His heaven, He’s awaiting each one’s choice
What will it be we have chosen to exercise our voice ?
WRITTEN WHILE UNDERGOING CHEMO AT SLOANE KETTERING THIS AM
There is a numbness that I feel
An emptiness that’s so unreal
Sensation lost and caring less
All part of my renewed distress
I am so weak, my strength is gone
Great effort just to carry on.
Oh how I wish to stronger be
And stand up to adversity
Perhaps one day I’ll find success
With God to teach me all the rest !
I wish there were another way
To chase this useless ache away
It matters not our needs today
What e’er occurs is come what may !
I get so tired of all the pain
How I wish that I could start again
What I’d give to have a chance to be
Someone who lives in a world ache free
But that concept will not fly right now
I need learn to struggle through somehow
While faith in the Lord, a prayer or two
May part the clouds and help clear the view !
EXCUSE me, have you noticed the motto on Canadian car plates, JE REVIENS ? I was reminded of same as the local ambulance returned me on a bodyboard to a familiar hospital about two months ago. Even the blaring siren did not interrupt my reverie ! Perhaps I was in a state of shock, lying there flat on my back in the middle of Washington Street across from City Hall at lunchtime in 26 degree weather. Imagine that ? I think the cold dulled all sensations ! Due to local construction there was a delay in the arrival of EMS. Between police, medics, onlookers, strangers and new friends, I toughed it out, not easy at 84 ! Thank you Martha for staying with me the entire time, I never saw your face but if we should passagain please tap me on the shoulder and introduce yourself. Well here I am, eyesight recovering and assorted parts of my limbs slowly returning to varying degrees of normalcy thanks to docs, treatments and rehab in that order ! As I was rolled into the ER that day, I saw my retired doctor and longtime friend, Y.Y. Lee, fresh from his condo in Miami visiting the facility’s staff, how great ! We go back almost 40 years, that’s some history ! There was Jennifer, Dan, Genesis, Lena, Vince and Dr. Safran and not one broken bone, a blessing ! For me this has been a time of miracles, thanks to my Pentecostal angels Ralph and Rosie, their congregations and many prayers along with all the others who have kept me in their daily thoughts and deeds ! With kudos to 7th floor rehab, Anna, Missy and the rest. God bless you all. I can still laugh at myself in spite of my frailties ! Sincerely, Claire B.
I’m home at last quite grateful too
And none the worse for black and blue
The odd fact is I’ve had no fear
Reminding me I’m glad I’m here.
When looking back I always find
The nurses are both swift and kind
I’d like to say a true thank you
To docs and staff and workers too !
I do not think that they can know
The miracles that they bestow
Upon the old, disabled too
Thank God they’re here for me and you !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 