A Power Within

Author: Susie Page 27 of 30

I Wish I Could Untangle You – July 2007

See twinkling eyes that dull with pain
eyes once bright as fire flames
we juggle pills to make it wane
with every day I cry for you
moving now is hard to do
limbs get stuck refusing to
unbend, and move as graceful should,
I wish I could untangle you
dreams that see you run again
walk the miles that never end
play the games we used to do
dance forever, just us two
this once strong man
who laughs with me
now has morphine in his tea
instead of ‘bubbles’ in a glass
thinking of sweet days gone past,
still we can dance, if very slow
so legs don’t stumble, I’ll
not let you go, put on
the music, hold me tight
and yes, it still feels very right
we’ll play the soft and gentle songs
the ones you love, we’ll float along,
I’ll watch your singing eyes
and wish I could, until I die,
I wish I could untangle you
I wish…. I could untangle you
@ Copyright 2007

Back To Hospital !

After a good consultation with Prof Russell and feeling happy about the plans for further treatment, Hamada was very unwell during Tuesday night, and after rather a panic ,was rushed at 4am by ambulance back to Lincoln where he has been re-admitted. He is stable and has been sedated for most of the day he will be there until further notice, a check by the Haematology Team today will tell more. Thank you to the wonderful paramedics who once again did a sterling job, so fast getting to us and so very efficient

Lincoln Hospital

A better visit today at Lincoln Hospital, a consultation with Prof N Russell of Nottingham City Hospital prove to be more promising. The Professor would like Hamada to continue with the current Chemotherapy regime for two more monthly cycles and hopefully reduce the levels again, to proceed to a stem cell transplant in late September, as he does have enough stem cells collected now. This has really pleased us,as we have a date to work towards. Hamada feels far more positive this evening and that works for me.

Thanks to all the kind staff we met again today- they all work so hard- and lovely smiles are always found for all their patients. Our thanks to you all.

Again thanks for all the recent messages from friends and relations in different parts of the globe, you never fail to amaze me with your great wishes of encouragement, they really do help to keep Hamada cheerful and they do lift his spirits so.

And The Music Played…..

So you found that quiet place
where lights were dim
and I was dressed in lace,
this boulevard of strangers
just the perfect place,
the candles melted slowly
Oh! your handsome face.

You found that quiet place
when you took me in your arms
the slowness of the music
you, and all your charms,
I’d left my heart behind me,
but then the music played.

So slowly we turned, on
this tiny wooden floor
I believed I had been here
just once before,
the closeness of you, in
this boulevard of strangers,
and yes, the music played.

So you found that quiet place
with little tables and wine to drink
nothing more, no broken dreams,
no promises, or time to think,
just you and some magic
and the music played.

So I left my soul behind me
and suddenly, I was free,
and the music played…
@Copyright 2007

The Daily Task !

The daily task and extra to this! are all the Chemotherapy Drugs Hamada is taking everyday in his battle to overcome his illness. Hamada is a little better this week but he has bone pain, which we are getting almost under control. He thanks everyone for their lovely messages of encouragement. he remains cheerful but thoughtful.

Such is the Pain Of Love

I drive across the fields of gold
the tears upon my cheeks not old
to leave him in this place so strange,
such is the pain of love,

this quiet gentle smiling man
whose eyes can hardly understand,
I breathe his courage, I live his fear,
such is the pain of love

he looks at me with eyes of love
to find a power from above,
I cannot fail, I cannot falter,
such is the pain of love,

why oh why, this wretched time
should pick this dear and sweetest man
when worlds have met as ours have done
for all of this to be undone
such is the pain of love,

but still we’ll fight and fight
to push the boundaries back,
we’ll lean together to gain more strength,
to learn and listen, and to wait,

this is the pain of love…

@ Copyright 2007

Today from Jewel, Long Beach California US

Today, at 10.45 p.s.t. at Thubten Dhargye Ling approximately 100 friends will say prayers for Hamada.

We thank you all.

Yesterday More Bad News,

It was not a good day yesterday with a further visit to Lincoln Hospital, and after a terribly long wait, it was decided after consultation that the best course of action at this time, was for Hamada to return to Chemotherapy. To try to reduce the Myeloma cells and get them to a lower level to proceed to Transplant – the cocktail now includes , Cyclophosphamine,Dexamethasone, and Thalidomide and all the extras that go with that !
He also has some fractures of the vertebrae again and this causes some collapse of the spine which is so very painful . We have good drugs that cover the pain well, but he walks slowly and has lost more height. All these thing make me so sad- to see this lovely gentle kind man, suffer in this way. It is without doubt a despicable disease.

Not The Best Of Days.

It was another visit to Lincoln Hospital today. A busy one with Nephrology first, then on to the Alex Day ward for very nice nurse Michael, to take bloods and ‘flush’ hickman line. Hamada also had to complete a small part of a Renal Impairment Trial Study for the University of Leeds. This he completed, then on to the Haematology Dept for a discussion on ‘pain management’ regarding Hamada’s very painful spine. We now have a new ‘cocktail’ or at least a different way to give them! Also we heard the bad news that Hamada is no longer in ‘remission’ this means now that hopefully the transplant will take place sooner than later!. His readings of ‘Paraprotein‘, an important marker of this wretched disease, have risen. Also the ‘Bence Jones’ reading -which shows the presence, amount, and type of abnormal myeloma protein in urine – another important test, has doubled. This is just what we did not want to hear. He has also had further X-rays to his back to make sure there are no more ‘lytic lesions’. We are to return on Thursday to discuss all these issues. We shall endeavor to keep on fighting.

Stay and Sleep

I can hear him sleeping
I can hear the storm
it’s fierce ebony clouds
scudding, it’s yellow flashes
spend themselves against
my window pane.
Trees crashed, branches fell,
and my heart no longer knew it’s way.

Still he slept, his
gentle breathing at odds with the
violence, that shook my soul,
Can you hear the storm ?
is it inside your realm
is it beyond your pain
is it beyond mine.

The sky lit and intruded
into my domain,
It’s clear shadows against my walls,
a dark mark against my heart.
Wake and listen
do not enter that sphere
no, stay and sleep
quieten my province.

Stay and sleep…

@ Copyright 2007

A Dedication To Our Friends

The following poem is dedicated to our very dear friends – Zena and Pieter – who live so many miles from us now – but we shared a life in the following place, mentioned in this poem. They are so constant with their calls and encouragement, that we feel they are never far away. We thank them for their strong friendship and dearly hope to have such fun, as we did in those days, when we meet once again. Thank you both and bless you for your kindness.

Oasis Town – Al Ain – U.A.E.

It’s splendid vista way up high
the Jebel Hafeet* in clear blue sky,
my lover took me to this place
where snaking roads make hearts race,
this flower bordered oasis town
set as the Rub Al Khali *surrounds.

A magic beauty there for me
the middle of the sands you see,
grand marbled palaces you’ll find
with fountains and Bedouins inside.
Mercedes and the finest things,
streets of gold and diamond rings.

Down town we found a natural spring
and handsome swarthy Arab friends,
in long white robes with beads to hand,
such beauty, of their falcon’s wings
this desert world it’s secrets bring.

Always we dined on tasty things
lamb in soft white bread you see,
lovely glasses of sweet mint tea ,
they welcomed us on desert sands
in tents, to take us back in time.

My lover with the charming smile
said we should linger for awhile,
to sit and sample ‘sweet delights’
we did, long in the twinkling night,
and the warm ‘Kamseen‘ did blow for us.

The silver platters of fruity dates
were passed with hands of love not hate,
the dark fringed lashes on dark brown eyes
could melt a heart in candlelight,
the over-whelming scent of musk
made ‘giddy feelings’ turn to lust.

This magic sensual desert town
with gentle friends that we had found.
The merging of the old and new,
this quiet love I found in you,
our little child with soft brown face
his sturdy body in a race, to grow
and blossom in the sun.

This much loved little Arab boy
who came to us with so much joy,
he played amid the palm tree glades,
looking for a little shade.
We wondered in ‘Burami Town’
as riverlets sparkled through the ground.

The smell of oranges hanging there
the heady scents of different air.
In bustling market souks we stayed,
yes, how I loved those desert days
with our dear friends their gentle ways.

This green and floral oasis town
where we found love, the sands surround….

* Jebel Hafeet Mountain range.
* Rub El Khali Arabian Desert
.
@ Copyright 2006
Camel Photo – Courtesy – Matt Rutherford.

Weekly Visit to Lincoln Hospital

Thank goodness, after a most difficult week, Hamada is feeling so much better today. His back pain nearly gone. We visited the Alex Day Ward at Lincoln Hospital for the regular weekly ‘line-flushing’ the wonderful nurses do a sterling job everyday, looking after and attending to many patients. They work with so much grace and understanding for each and every person. Always a smile and a greeting. Nurses, like Linda, Michael and Claire et al. – “Big thanks” to them, and “Heaps of Rainbows” to you all.

See also comment under this. Thank you all.

Al Byt – Al Kabeer – The Big House.

Al Byt – Al Kabeer

High above the steepest hill
stands this house of love,
a faded splendid home is here,
It’s name ‘Al Byt – Al Kabeer’,
such pretty ornate railings as
you climb the steps inside,
start to show the love within
that definitely resides.
The grand ‘high ceiling’ entrance hall
with precious chandeliers above
and Mama’let waiting there
her sparkling eyes of love.

Her beautiful arms would take you
and hold you to her heart,
with jet black hair luxurious,
her face a smiling part.

She took us to the ‘Summer Room’
as she called the girls for tea,
“bring the porcelain and glasses
my son is home to me”
the long eau de nil shutters
I remember in every room
protected turquoise silks and gold
ornate ceilings, in partial gloom,

and as I glanced around the ‘salon’
at the beauty of this place,
I saw the sweetest look of love
upon his Mother’s face.

Gilt carvings on the pretty chairs
the heavy ‘Adam’s’ fireplace
the ticking of the many clocks
yes, twas another place.

So many rooms before us
all tall and elegant in their way,
he, brought me to this fine home
to spend our summer days,

And as we greeted one another
I looked from balcony views,
my husband tightly held one hand
his mother did so too.

I loved the fine Aubosson rugs
on each and every floor,
I loved the smell of cedar mixed
with mint, and life before,

and how I loved this golden life
the slowness of the days
this gentle kind enduring Mother
who showed another way.

The calmness of her movements
the joy at everyday,
would take me on a journey
to discover peaceful ways.

@ Copyright 2007.

By H H The XIV Dalai Lama

Found on a friends Web – Jewel (USA). I like this very much.

No matter what is going on
never give up

Develop the heart
too much energy in your country
is spent developing the mind
instead of the heart

Be compassionate
not just to your friends
but to everyone
be compassionate

Work for peace
in your heart and in the world
work for peace

Never give up
no matter what is going on
around you
never give up.

By H H XIV The Dalai Lama.

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