Finding Poetry in Illness
“Those who haven’t suffered serious illness rarely understand how isolating it can be. Suddenly I was cut off from all the strong and healthy people scurrying up their ladders of success. Being weak in America—where a presidential candidate can declare that the uninsured should be left to die, and audiences cheer!—feels shameful, and I just wanted to hide. Once I invited poetry in, though, it was as if the entire human chorus had started looking out for me. When light returned, I could see clearly the kindness of so many people in my life—in particular Jimmy, who would become my living donor. Without my disease, I might never have known how blessed I am by my relationships.”
Hi I'm just an acquaintance but I just wanted to say that your writings here speak so much to me, and for that, I thank you so much. for making my days a little easier to get by.
Hey, thanks for commenting and letting me know. This means a lot to me — keep your head up and keep going, and you can speak to me if you like, acquaintance or not. Take care of yourself mate. 🙂