Some blooody Journo became a bit of a hero as he struggled and strived to stay alive to finish his best-seller about his Cancer.
He broke the News in the way his muse told him: his column – first daily, then weekly. A Digest of his Digestive Collapse.
That’s what got him.
Not the Drinker’s Liver nor the Smoker’s Lung nor the Junk-food Junkie’s Cholesterol Bung. Something else. It grew in his tummy like he was a mummy and he gave it a name and shared his hopeful agonised…
it was all just a game.
A Grand Cosmic Joke.
He became a household Name though nobody really knew who he was.
I can’t hold a candle to that.
So when my doctor – MY Doctor – told me… About me… About my…
I couldn’t ask “How long have I got?” There was no joke – this was no joke.
This previously Dark Tunnel suddenly became brightly lit, and the exit…(?)
Let’s just say that I won’t be going Into The Light at the End of The Tunnel.
The Way Out is dark.
© Jeremiah Savant – used by permission
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