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Til Death Do Us Part

June 24th is my 7th wedding anniversary to my wonderful life partner, Robert. This year we will be sharing this anniversary with a new adversary as my beloved is actively engaged in fighting stage III throat cancer. We’ve been through a lot in our short marriage including battling clinical depression and bipolar disorder as well as a round of prostate cancer. Just when you think you’ve beat something, you’re back at the beginning of a new fight. That’s life.

 

Below is a new poem that has endured one revision, so far. I originally titled my poem “Husband and Wife,” but I decided that wasn’t very inclusive of every partnership out there, and I think that “Til Death Do Us Part” more effectively communicates the ultimate goal of any relationship.

 

Likely, you will notice the alliteration and assonance qualities to this poem which carry the work forward at an even tempo. You may even want to read it aloud.

 

As for the subject matter, this has been our experience. It is dark and the smallest things are what you become thankful for when you are going through chemo (or radiation). The marks on the body from surgery scars to the residue of the medical tape are constant reminders of the cancer. It is inescapable, like death, our only reprieve from life.

 

Til Death Do Us Part

mrrogers

6.2.13

 

I watch him vomit thick

dark gelatinous blobs into

the toilet. The doctor said

chemo wouldn’t make him ill.

Lying stiffly across the bathroom

floor, he smells of three days

unwashed and moaning for life

to break through barriers of sick.

I bend over to flush his feeding

tube and he says thank you.

As if I were a stranger passing

by this bathroom finding a man

nearly naked in blue briefs,

with medical tape residue stuck

all over his pale, heaving chest.

He asks for more ice water and

a rag for the back of his neck.

I stop in the door way to look

once more at this frail man,

his wedding ring loose on his hand.

 

About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.

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