Breathing Life Into Our Negotiation of Earthly End Game
--thanks to SD, RS
Poet: Gerard Sarnat
First cousin-best friend since birth has stopped eating. Again.
Just got a message last night.
Next morning I’m at the airport making my way to Oklahoma.
He rallied when I showed-up. (Happened previous visit ditto.)
Went from zilch food/drink
“sleeping” 23 hours per day to 3-4 meals + lottsa good convos.
I’ve been reading his own very favorite scientific papers to us.
Cuz-bro told me’d given up
--but he’s back now wants more time. We drove to local dump.
Hospice starts coming in tomorrow. Working on getting D.N.R.
& advanced directive done.
Likely gonna be sorta back ‘n forth situation for +/- few months.
How sustainable is this by FaceTime without physical presence?
Others start tag-teaming
but I seem to serve as primo mover. Try to milk each single drop!
Call to Tulsa Medical Center, lead doc says lucky not have died
after 5 surgeries bounced
back-up-back I.C.U. Still looks like someone beat shit outa him...
Bottomline: it’s mostly impossible to tell if doing too much or little.
Prize-winning poet Gerard Sarnat is also physician, Stanford University professor, and healthcare CEO. His literary work has been published by The Buddhist Poetry Review, Gargoyle, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, Arkansas Review, Hamilton-Stone Review, Northampton Review, New Haven Poetry Institute, Texas Review, Vonnegut Journal, Brooklyn Review, San Francisco Magazine, Monterey Poetry Review, The Los Angeles Review, and The New York Times, as well as by many academic presses. Read more about him at gerardsarnat.com