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Cancer Is as Cancer Does

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Cancer Is as Cancer Does

(as we try to do to it)

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I don’t know what to say

I have bad news

My brother’s not well

That is not news

It’s gotten worse

That is

All who have siblings are aware

There is a care

A worry that each day

Goes well for them,

That overall they’re satisfied

And happy

I am the middle of five

There are larger

There are smaller

If you are there, then you may know

We never know our place,

Exactly

When is deference?

When is dominance?

It goes on

We simply have to stumble

Day by day

Tripping over stones of protocol

Loving all the same

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We are none of us

Young;

He has completed, just

His three score and ten

Though as we know

Statistics up the number and

The optimism

More

How will he live well

With his time?

What time is his?

I ask questions without

Good answers in this

Mortal place and

Bounded time

The news will be compounded soon

With prognosis and

Prescription and

Choices

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My words are getting thick

Everything is heavy

For a while

Before the legacy

Of sadness

Is poured out enough

For good choices

And actions

Of my own

Say, a prayer

Say a prayer

That’s invitation

With gratitude expressed

Now

While still beforehand,

Which is to say

Thank you

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for Rick

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Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

Vaccine-Based Immunotherapy from Novel Nanoparticle Systems. Researchers at the Texas Center for Cancer Nanomedicine (TCCN) are creating particle-based vaccines for cancer therapy. The particles carry molecules that stimulate immune cells and cancer antigens (proteins) that direct the immune response.

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Snow Bunnies

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Snow Bunnies

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And on a wintry day

Dust bunnies come to play

They like the extra morning

Light

That shows the dust to play in,

Right

And should a human passing by

They know where to fly

For them, the winter is THE season

We have to clean—they

Have no reason!

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another entry in the dust bunny saga

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Camouflage

Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

North Dakota, United States

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From Chairs

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From Chairs

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We look over,

see

Winter’s lower light

Break

Through

The invention of

The window

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Relief

In viewing

An out-there when

In-here becomes

Too close,

Distractions

Not enough to keep

Supernal us

From rush to and through

The stars

We know are out there, bearing

The truth

Of things

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Maybe

Especially when exigent

We hear

As well

The angels’ songs

For mortals

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Photo by Ariel on Unsplash

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Paradisal

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Paradisal

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God, love us

From afar

And in our cells

From walls to nuclei

Better than gravity

Your affection

Keeps everything together

Not that the loss

Is chaos

Everyone needs chaos

From time to time

But you know that

You know us

Made us for chronos

And for kyros

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In time

(both kinds),

We shall know all

Certainly beyond

The truth, beauty of Keats

We’ll know the beauty

In rushing fear

As well as the bridge

That rescues over

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We’ll have something

Of the knowledge

You meant

To bend the tree

In its own time

And yours

And ours,

Once ready

We’ll have it right

And better yet

We’ll know the love

The makes it

And respects it

Living the lessons for us

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After the nightmares

When dreams lead

To healing wakefulness

New plans for action

We may make

Together

All togetherness,

The good

The sanctioned

The unplanned

That makes a heaven and an

Earth

At first

At last

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Yellow Leaf Mid-Air

Photo by Sandis Helvigs on Unsplash

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Holy Families

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Holy Families

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Candles lit

Season’s days are counted

It’s easy, given the

Days, to think on

Family

The sacred family

The holy family

Set apart

Unusually constructed

Older husband

So it’s said

Check the old windows

His hair is thinning

Brown to gray

She in blue and white

Meaning peace

And youth

How often

That may happen

And the child

Born to the mother

Not the father

Though he will be the

Father as that

Matters day to day (and

it matters greatly)

A boy

Who grows

Then moves apart

To heal

And to teach

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This is the family

With the child

Warranting visits from

Shepherds

And from magi

With the calls of angels

Splitting the sky into

Pieces of cosmos

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A family

Spirit-set

And in that way

Each family is

A holy family

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Loretto Motherhouse (Nerinx, Kentucky) – Seven Dolors stations, Station 2 – Flight into Egypt

By Nheyob – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=34985128

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Sagrada Familia

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Sagrada Familia

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Raised to music

As was the hope in the

Medieval mind?

Maybe concerts on the steps

Here and now

Chancel, transepts, or

Narthex

A cathedral,

Meaning the bishop may speak

From there with

A bishop’s authority

Maybe now

It happens

Or there is holy waiting for

The building

To be finished

A lesson in unfinished

Holy families

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Photo by Brandon Gurney on Unsplash

La Sagrada Familia, Barcelona , Spain

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Holidazing

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Holidazing

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It’s a tarnish day outside

But I hope you have

A good day

You deserve it

For weathering in every way

The season

(in Australia, it goes to

the other way)

You are being careful, I am sure

With tasks and news

What needs doing

What can wait

And silence in between

When you might

Enjoy the stillness

Like untouched snow

On a hill

Before the sledding noise

Takes over,

Which like Currier and Ives

Will bear

Its own bliss

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Photo by Tom Dick on Unsplash

(I hope the message on the sign is civil)

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Something Borrowed

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Something Borrowed

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Something swashbuckling

Is on TV

Something with Burt Lancaster

Leaping

Like the lords at Christmastime

I turned to this

When what was on

Intentionally

Blacked out

Indicating maybe that

The TV is getting old

Like me

Sometimes I lose

My signals, too

The synapse breaks

I must

Turn to something else

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The Flame and the Arrow (1950)

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A ball of energy with electricity beaming all over the place.

Photo by Hal Gatewood on Unsplash

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Lessoning

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Lessoning

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If we pray

There will be answering

Not skywriting

(that would be nice)

Or writing on the wall

(not so nice)

Probably silence

For a while

Then something turns

On hinges

A piece of fabric twists

The wind shifts

Warm or cool

Pushing one way or

The other

Something

Somehow

Indicates direction

The asker might be the actor

Or others shift

And move that way

Somehow

(often changeably)

A way is formed

An answer

Every time

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The El Yeso reservoir is a reservoir in Chile located in the Andes mountain range at an altitude of 2,500 meters above sea level, in the San José de Maipo commune, Cordillera Province, Santiago Metropolitan Region. Where we found incredible colors and tranquility.

Photo by Cristobal Baeza on Unsplash

Embalse el Yeso, Chile

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