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Nancy Tune

First impression: New and well appointed,
staffed by friendly people and my favorite, irony.
In the clinic hallway a woman plays a harp.
I have come to learn about the process of
my dying; surely this is meant to shake me
free of dread and make me laugh. It doesn't, quite.

During treatment: I know where to go,
my focus straight ahead. Walkers,
wheelchairs, frightened people waiting in
the tasteful lobby. Down the stairs
I join a group of lonely people in a
silent prayer to gamma rays and science:
Please, some more time. Do not let us die, yet.

Later: Free of dread, I own this place.
Climb stairs to meeting rooms, drink coffee,
smile at volunteers, think how to comfort
newcomers who do not meet my eyes.
Look down the stairs to loneliness
and force myself to pay a visit there.
With every step, I know this place owns me.
I've learned to die. I come here for an update
of the schedule, the minute details, my news.


About the poet:

Nancy Tune is a retired textbook editor. "I started writing on a regular basis when I joined a group at the Stanford Cancer Center shortly after my diagnosis. It quickly became apparent that writing helped, and that regardless of how much time I had, there was more to write about than I could get to."

About the poem:

"This poem is about living with a cancer that is termed 'relentless.' At ten years since the original diagnosis, with one operable recurrence, I am grateful. I try not to waste time (a huge challenge) or make assumptions about the future, and I find that acceptance is not bad at all."

Poetry editors:

Johanna Shapiro and Judy Schaefer

Comments   

# Kee MacFarlane 2015-02-09 02:59
This is a voice that is honest and unrelenting but without bitterness. It speaks to a larger community who know well the place it describes, and who live there still. Thanks for such a clear and unvarnished snapshot.
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# Dianne 2015-02-04 15:06
So thought provoking...we all live in this place of denial of the fact of death but some of us are forced to face it head on by the circumstances and illnesses that consume us each day. Thank you for teaching us how to cope with the inevitable and how to make the best possible use of each day!
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# janice mancuso 2015-02-01 13:07
Another Friday masterpiece.Tha nks, Nancy. And thanks, Pulse team.

PS Even the comments here are thoughtful and add value each submission.
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# Caroline Fish 2015-01-31 20:04
I own this place...powerfu l poem. Thank you for this.
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# Lynn Lawrence 2015-01-31 09:12
Thank you Nancy Tune for this beautiful poem.
You live your name.
You are "attuned" to all nuances.
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# barbara young 2015-01-31 07:07
Flu-ridden and staggering around grumpily this early morning, I felt much better upon reading Ms. Tune's most excellent poem. I am not surprised she was once an editor--today she is an artist of words and I thank her for it.
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# Scott Newport 2015-01-31 05:54
Delightfully sarcastic and yet ……makes me wonder if yet is even a word. Great poem, one of my favorites. Thanks Nancy.
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# Margaret Fleming 2015-01-30 22:34
That harp wouldn't have made me laugh either, Nancy. But I did laugh hard when the onco said Tamoxifen is the "scizophrenic medicine."
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# Pam 2015-01-30 18:24
What a beautiful poem! As someone recently treated for stage 3 colon cancer, and still under surveillance, the poem felt real and true to me. Thank you.
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