Surgery Stories

Chemistry is a thiefMore than once it hastried to addle my brainNow it threatens my sightChemistry is a friendTrying to help in the warThe fight to regain my stepsNot sure for how long or how briefChemistry is a curseWill I recover and stillSee colors, hues, and lightFor now, I feel only griefChemistry to battle is my planA familiar fight butnow involving my sightTime the only measureChemistry I prayis my only course fora...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of liquid lead oceansThumping against theLeague-thick wallsOf iron and stone whereCaverns of viscous bloodSeeps and pumps intoEmpty sockets of spikey stitchingAnd all I know isPain,Pain,PainAnd the sweltering molten hot ice ofAgonising ache.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of the planetsIn...

What are the odds, I wonder. Two different cancers in less than a year. Doesn't seem fair, but I learned long ago that it ain't always fair. I had the prostatectomy done on February 23rd of this year. The year 2015 was on its way to becoming memorable. I seemed to have overcome the prostate cancer. At least, my urologist/surgeon found nothing untoward when we had our check up in June. So it seemed that we might have fair...

I'm so happy you're okayI was worried sickI love to talk every dayGlad you came back quick Each day you'll get strongAnd hopefully the cancer is goneHere on earth is where you belongYou're my friend who I count on Those days without you were toughNot knowing if you were all rightI love talking about lots of stuffTalking in the day or night To see your avatar on my pageBrought a smile to my faceYou'll be here until old age...

Today is June 9th, 2015. I've gone in for my first three month checkup with my cancer surgeon. His specialty is urology, and he's also a surgeon, having worked at the Mayo Clinic. I trust he's good at what he does. Over three years ago my family doctor found an elevated PSA level that concerned him. So he sent me to a urologist. That doctor performed a biopsy of my prostate gland and found things were not as they should b...

Jim and I had been together for seven years. We met in college and got married shortly after I graduated. He went on to become a police officer and I went on to medical School. Our relationship had some rough patches. I was going to school to become a surgeon. I worked 100 hour weeks, I hardly had any free time. My life belonged to the hospital, and Jim's life belonged to the state.Last week I was at work, and my phone wa...