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Words

Page history last edited by April Sopczak 10 years, 5 months ago

Daddy

That’s a word I haven’t used

in a while.

But lately it has been slipping

from my lips like

paper on the wind,

floating through my mind

and resting in my heart

which has been slowly

dripping lead into the

pit of my stomach

ever since I heard the word Daddy

coupled with another word.

Cancer.

That word has brought on a torrent of

words

that have flooded my world

ever since.

Pancreas, surgery, the Whipple procedure,

prognosis, survival rates, chemo, radiation,

treatments, hospital stays, stage and spread,

next of kin, living will, pathology report, and

on and on.

Too many words.

My head is heavy.

I worry, wait, and wonder

as I long to hear the word

Daddy

coupled with another word.

Remission.

Comments (16)

aberlicious said

at 1:18 am on Oct 24, 2010

Poetry slam on the 26th you should most defiantly sign up!

Aardvark Marker said

at 3:21 am on Oct 24, 2010

where is this happening?

M. O'Neill said

at 5:37 pm on Oct 24, 2010

I love how this poem flows when you say it out loud. If there's any direct experience in it, I wish you the best and will send some positive 'vibes' your way. I know what it means when Daddy is in danger. It's like the earth loses its gravitational pull.

April Sopczak said

at 12:59 pm on Oct 25, 2010

Thank you. It is direct and current experience. The way you describe the feeling is very accurate.

Andrea said

at 3:13 pm on Oct 25, 2010

Beautiful! Truly wonderful poetry. I wish I could write like this.

Ehle so fly said

at 11:26 am on Oct 26, 2010

This is awesome!

ShareRiff said

at 1:33 pm on Oct 26, 2010

Chanting with you, April, for solidity, and for smooth transition awareness. Your poem resonated with me, yesterday, October 25th, which is my Dad's birthday and my parents' anniversary. After he Transitioned, we made a wiki page for him: http://wyrd2thewiki.pbworks.com/w/page/walk-humbly-with-your-God

April Sopczak said

at 10:57 am on Oct 29, 2010

Thank you, Andrea and Ehle! Thank you, Trey, for your caring words. You can understand what I am feeling on such a deep level.

April Sopczak said

at 10:58 am on Oct 29, 2010

We received some wonderful news today. The pathology report came back today. Dad's cancer was limited to a 1 cm carcinoma in the pancreatic head. Of the 17 lymph nodes that were removed, not a single one showed any markers of cancer. He will still have to go through chemo and radiation, but the doctor's believe that Dad is going to be just fine!

Aardvark Marker said

at 7:24 pm on Oct 29, 2010

I'm also glad to hear this, April! I really hope that everything is going well for you.

H.I.M. said

at 11:20 am on Oct 29, 2010

That's good news, April! (obviously) I like what you did with the idea and the experience. Writing can be such a great outlet and a great way to find stability when there is no stability.

Aardvark Marker said

at 7:23 pm on Oct 29, 2010

ah, the wyrds that wyrd weaves.

April Sopczak said

at 10:28 pm on Oct 29, 2010

I stayed with my Dad in the hospital after his surgery. After he had a bad spell in the middle of the night, I sat up watching him sleep and just thought and thought and thought. Our discussion on wyrds came to mind and then this did as well. I would never consider myself a poet, but I think you inspired me on this one, Adam. And Heidi is right, it was an excellent way to get the thoughts out of my overly full head.

kms said

at 11:15 pm on Oct 29, 2010

You are definitely a poet, April. If only all the thoughts in our overly full heads could transition to the page in such a remarkable way as this! Beautiful words inspired from an ugly disease. Souls communicating with souls. So glad to hear your dad's surgery went so well!

M. O'Neill said

at 8:33 pm on Oct 31, 2010

That's great news, April. How about a poem to celebrate? Take care.

April Sopczak said

at 5:17 pm on Oct 2, 2011

Dad just had his firt post chemo PET scan. His body is clear of cancer!

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