A Journey from
1944 to … Now
2008–2009 School Year
Western Reserve Academy
The cancer rose in me again—
My numbers much too high.
The doctors told me it was time
To radiate—oh my!
So once again I left the school—
In January’s frost—
Drove to the Clinic every day
For zapping—what a cost!
Six weeks of zapping—wore me out.
But numbers really fell.
And once I got my strength again,
I felt, oh, pretty well.
And so it was—that happy spring—
I went back to my life—
Enjoying teaching, family—
All moments with my wife.
“Perhaps it’s gone?” I told myself—
“i’m cured! (Or so it seems.)”
But that, of course, as Time would show
Was one of Life’s fond dreams.*
*In Shakespeare’s English, “fond” meant “foolish.” Hmmmmm.
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