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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Friday, June 14, 2002
Original Diagnosis
In 1996 I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma with indolent small-cleaved follicular cells. Since it was contained in one node in my neck, the node was surgically removed and a "watchful wait" treatment option was followed. I had no other treatment since NHL is incurable at this time but is treatable. My oncologist is Stuart Spigel, a NYC Jewish transplant to Nashville for over 25 years.
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