September 8, 2011
A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel —
A Resonance of Emerald —
A Rush of Cochineal —
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride —
This poem broke with any rules, or conventions, of what poetic verse should be in nineteenth century American literature. It still appears as an explosion of vivid images on a page. It takes flight, blurring color and bringing mystery from the flight of a hummingbird.
The days at Saint Joseph’s Hospital have been significant for me. Looking back over the past three days, I feel that so many of the word pictures from this little poem provide a backdrop of mental images for the times, events and decisions that have resulted here for me.
The scans lead to doctor assessments…The plasmacytoma on T9 is responding and shrinking well. The spine is unstable because of the missing majority of T9 and cracks in the vertebra above and below it. This has resulted in decreased mobility and increased pain.
Fusion Surgery to stabilize the spine will occur in the next few days and is a “big” surgery, no “easy Morning’s Ride,” of course. It involves the use of titanium screws and braces and a product that builds bone replacement.
The outlook for the stabilization is good. The recovery could involve some physical rehabilitation. I will have a filter for blocking potential bloodclots implanted tomorrow. I will get to check out of Saint Joseph’s Saturday, September 10th for a night at home.
The day was filled with images. Friends and family like Mary, Evan, Sarah and Merry visited and brought sweet treats.
“And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head–”