‘Where does poetry live? …  In the overpowering felt splendor every sane mind knows, when it realizes our life dance is only for a few magic seconds.’      ~Hafiz

My partner is dying.  He refuses to acknowledge it.

My partner has been diagnosed with a terminal form of cancer.  He has known about it for a while.

He is not receiving any conventional treatment.  Medical care is expensive… and requires consent.

The cancer is now attacking his other organs…  His liver, his heart, possibly his brain.

My partner is dying.  He refuses to acknowledge it.

Would it be easy to accept a terminal diagnosis?  When one is young?  (40 now, but 38 at the time of diagnosis.)  When one is strong and vital and useful?  Would it be easy to accept a prognosis that says that you are death walking?

Does it mean the death of all dreams?  Does it mean the death of all hope?  Does it mean death, now?

Might one be better off to refuse acquiescence?  Might one actually live longer, defy death… if one’s brain doesn’t recognize that the body is dying?

My partner is dying.  He refuses to acknowledge it.

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