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“The Things They Carried” (Tim O’Brien)
I am in here.
“The Things They Carried” (Tim O’Brien)
HE drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep. Silence and safety; and his mortal shore Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death. Someone was holding water to his mouth. He swallowed, unresisting; … Continue reading The Death-Bed
NPR: The Burdens We Can Bear In those minutes or hours or days that we’re able to carry the weight of this disease, that’s when life happens. I know that, in the end, my burdens will become too heavy. But I don’t see that as a failure. This isn’t a contest or a race. We’re … Continue reading qotd
Yup, as predicted, I got my j-tube taken out today. (It was a small, red hose-like thing that led into my jejunum, the beginning of my small intestine. It was used to give me nourishment through an outside pump.) I am now a whole, complete, and only human! No funny hose to clean and tape … Continue reading No more bionics