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So He Went Before Me

Writers Realism posted on Apr 09, 2008
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Another day at the hospital The weather outside is fine I’m waiting for some chemo The poison that cures A pretty young male nurse Enters with my fluid bag Ten minutes of salvation Dripping inside my body Mister Monteyne: he asks No, I reply: mister Monteny That’s right, he said , sorry! Don‘t! It already happened once They placed the name tags On the wrong bags before By the time I spotted it The chemo was already flowing But as luck would have it We had the same kind of toxic So it really didn’t matter Some sloppy work, I guess How is Mr. Monteyne, I asked Oh, he died, the nurse replied Well that’s very convenient For the both of us here, I said I wasn’t really mad at the kid Dead becomes a daily routine Working on the oncology ward And just like working in a shelter Death is as common as life ---------------------------------------------- Thank you so much for reading and any comments you might have! Dirk

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bpclarke

6:48PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

Your words are always full of so much feeling. Saying the most things that most people are afraid to say. Thank you for your direct honesty and willing to share. Bunny

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avalonfaayre

7:11PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

A daily routine...How sad. I remember so well how you grieved over the death of beautiful animals...how it hurt you so. I know it hurts to know that someone who has been fighting so valiantly has gone on before you, especially when you share a common enemy. It should never be routine to any care giver. It should never be routine at all. Godspeed, Mr. Monteyne, and Peace to You, Mr. Monteny.

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TomDart

7:59PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

Yes, God Bless and Godspeed. The poem is harsh and strong but telling. Thanks for this.

fractalinda

8:25PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

Powerfully personal, poignant and heart-wrenching. You are cared for deeply, Mr. Monteny, and we know your name: Courageous.

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kansas

10:27PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

Your words give me a shudder and chill. The wrong medication to the wrong patient should be grounds for dismissal. Too many mistakes like this happen these days in hospitals. May God protect you from such blunders.

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Cosine

10:47PM | Wed, 09 April 2008

He's gone, but you're still with us, fighting the good fight, and we all appreciate that. Thank you for sharing this, Dirk.

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pixart1

2:23AM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Your honesty is most valuable to me ;) - have a nice day!

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Juliette.Gribnau

3:01AM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Ik sluit me geheel bij Linda aan, haar woorden zeggen waar ik de woorden niet vinden kon ! liefs !

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RodolfoCiminelli

5:39AM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Impressive and powerful words and fantastic illustration my friend....!!!

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meico

6:41AM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Mistakes - the trivial detritus of living - matter little in health. Illness prods with a harder finger ... brave words my friend and so well expressed. Mike

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algra

10:03AM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Helaas, het gebeurt ook hier vaak, ik ken een aantal voorbeelden uit mijn omgevig. Zijn ze er soms wel met hun hersens bij of worden ze overbelast? Enfin, bij jou was het gelukkig niet noodlottig.

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leanndra

2:36PM | Thu, 10 April 2008

Dirk, this is very deep and gut-wrenching. Death is not a respecter of persons. It is strange that when we are young we feel invincible, and when we become more mature as we grow older, we realize that death is inevitable. From the moment we are born, we are on a journey towards death. Pain becomes a constant companion. I wish you less pain, both emotionally and physically. I do admire you and your ability to go onward.

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auntietk

10:28PM | Fri, 11 April 2008

No matter how many people love us, no matter how many lives we touch, when we die, there will always be someone who can casually say "Oh - he's dead," without any emotional attachment. It's dismissive, isn't it? Everyone matters, they just don't matter to everyone. I've lost so many people, and it always seems wrong, somehow, that other people's lives go on and the world still turns, even in the face of such loss.

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Dinhi

2:58PM | Sun, 13 April 2008

Well said Dirk, well said..[=

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dragonmuse

4:12PM | Sun, 13 April 2008

Well said. {{{hugs}}}

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beachzz

8:08AM | Tue, 15 April 2008

You write of such powerful, personal feelings; share these moments, I can only thank you and wish you the strength to carry on. Life is so precious ~~~ I am moved and touched by everything you write.

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Chipka

2:17PM | Wed, 16 April 2008

The honesty and integrity in this is incredible! There is a profound philosophical vibe in this; but it's not idle navel-gazing parlor games, it's far more real, far more visceral, and as dark as life can often get. There's beauty in that, however; it's in the way you present slices of your life and your perceptions to us. This is a beautiful and moving piece that ultimately leaves room only for appreciative silence.

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CavalierLady

11:59AM | Sat, 24 May 2008

your ability to journal your most difficult moments is awe inspiring. Sharing your truth and experience is such a personal effort, and we are honored to hear and try unsuccessfully to imagine what you are going through.

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fancy99

11:15PM | Sun, 22 June 2008

Your poetic style is powerful. I'm just amazed by your writing and your art. Diane


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