hole in one...

Well, when I got home today, I checked my email and was pleasantly surprised to hear from the wife of a patient that i was privileged enough to assist in the care of at the VA. It was highly touching not only to receive the email, but to read its contents absolutely just made my day!... This kind of result / thanks really makes it all worthwhile. I can't say enough about the two of them as they were absolutely wonderful while 'J' was in the hospital.

I hope I have the right email address....if not would you please forward it back. J's path came back good news. What a relief! He also is back on the golf course and hit a hole in one yesterday. He was thrilled.....bought a round or so......and came home to find out if I could find you to tell.

Hope you are doing well in your new assignment. I can't begin to tell you how much your presence meant to both of us during J's surgery and pre surgery. You were a real rock when I for one was feeling really shaky . We both wish you the very best in your medical career and if you ever need a cheering section let us know.

Attached is a picture of a picture that was taken while my bro Levi and myself were 'assisting' in the excision of J's medial compartment of his right thigh for a sarcomatoid mass. It am truly grateful to Mr. and Mrs. J and hope to hear more from them in the future as far as such updates go. As far as this doctoring thing goes, it has its good times and bad... its ups and downs... but it is these moments that make me want to get up early in the morning and treat each day as if i may touch someone in a similar fashion as mr. and mrs. J.

Not much to say as the letter speaks for itself. Perhaps one day i too may be able to accomplish the elusive hole in one!... but for now, i'll keep dreamin of it and leave it up to mr. J.

Love to all,
~gm2

beat...

turbulent flow
from a laminar state
circles to go
not a minute to late
centrifugal tides
life needs and abides
the furnace, the fire
moved by desire
pushing a medium
bringing life... exuding freedom

four chests of treasure
locking in life's crimson jewels
money cannot measure
what makes people fools
arising to Cerberus' gate
in a rhythmically monotone rate
as part of Charon's mix
in the human red river Styx
where trabecular tributaries converge
and as one all emerge

now set to freedom
but its only an illusion
no escaping the kingdom
of tubed lines, red run within
where is one free?
where does one flee?
Out
About
to the periphery
where one can feel but not see

the beat of a drum
flaps against a finger
crescendo, decrescendo,
doesn't stay, doesn't linger
a duty to complete
life giving need to self-deplete
a small scale stock exchange
to particularly rearrange
a nihilistic cable car moves
now empty, rides in the grooves

the slow return home
drawn to a common place
a great depression drone
no excitement to embrace
drifting along
melancholy song
return to the core
forevermore
where the end is the start
of the beating heart.


love to all,
gm2