The Daily Grind
It is so easy to forget the invisible gods working behind the shroud of modern medicine. We never see their faces or know their names, yet they predicit our future, plan our treatment, know our statistical chance for survival. The dosemetrist, medical physisist the
Pathologist
All day with dead tissue
a hunter’s eye looks for death sign
a brief clinical report
computer generated
anoints the living
with the truth
Some days
her tears follow her home
All day with dead tissue
a hunter’s eye looks for death sign
finding none
a brief clinical report
computer generated
anoints the living with the truth
Some day
their joy will follow her home
Jeff McCallum
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You write such fine poetry, Jeff! Thanks so much for sharing it with the world. As one who has been a patient for most of her life, living with a chronic disease, I find the words you write strike me right in the heart--you capture so well what it is like to live with illness, and yet retain one's humanity.
Thank you Paula. I write for us, our significant others, and our caregivers. To reach you is a particular pleasure.