I have mentioned that in the past, often at times of great duress in my life, often in the midst of cacophony, some window in time and space opens, if only for a moment, but the moment becomes a moment of grace, and, in that moment, an extraordinary medical feat has been granted to me. I have no explanation for any of this, I admit freely that I “hear voices”, voices that others do not hear. I cannot complain about a gift, this gift, weird as it may sound to others
This year, while sick as a dog from the cancer chemotherapy I was receiving for the metastatic cancer that I had discovered in December, my wife having already bought advanced reservation tickets to the “Capital Steps” political spoof performance at the Portsmouth Music Hall, I went to the Music Hall.
I sat all the way back, next to the door, at the very back of the Hall, out of fear that my chemotherapy induced nausea and sudden overwhelming tendency to vomit, on little or no notice, might present, and that I would be able to bolt out the door ,make it to the nearest trash can, and barf there, rather than make a mess in the theater.Continue reading…




