Thank you Mary, and Michael, many fond memories of Plum Island. I've reluctantly given up my hopes to visit again this summer. At 110 pounds I am just too feeble to travel.
Yesterday was so low a blow I sort of went into shock, but I'm fine now. About 25 miles up the highway to St. Paul, I'd composed another short "windshield poem," and Dana Gioia called to assure me that he and his Dominican friends were praying hard, which I deeply appreciate. Here is my reaction to the worst PET scan imaginable.
Progress Report
Cancer: metastasis is everywhere,
attacking my left thigh,
my skull (it’s aiming high),
more vertebrae. My doctors don’t despair,
neither shall I. This new clinical trial
is really my last hope,
my drowning swimmer’s rope.
I leave the Mayo Clinic with a smile,
determined Murphy will return next week
to bolster an immune
system that plays my tune.
Maybe this is the Holy Grail I seek.
Last edited by Tim Murphy; 04-12-2018 at 07:18 PM.
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