Heartless vs. hearted; a new life


To my wife Ann 

Without whom little would be possible. 

*** 

I’ve had heart surgery

Mystical metallurgy. 

What worked not before, 

Checks in now, as by law. 

Though explained 

By those trained 

It has remained   

Deep within the core 

A magical mystery tour. 

*** 

Humpty Dumpty had a heart 

That often fell apart. 

All the king’s horses 

Sated by eleven courses 

Failed again and again 

To tick and tock as would Big Ben 

Or the digitals at Broward Gen. 

*** 

At some point during my hospital stay 

bin Laden went away. 

Sent to the deep 

By Seals Six without weep. 

Away to the deep. 

Away to the deep. 

*** 

My surgery, to my perplex 

Was somewhat complex 

Along came pain 

 As ceaseless chain. 

*** 

Hospital rooms are bare, 

Here and there a chair. 

A visitor to see 

And bring memory. 

*** 

Some nurses are fair 

Others minus care. 

Some few without clueth 

Terrible, terrible truth. 

*** 

I am a prisoner to my condition 

Blood taken, pressure in state of rendition. 

Breakfast, lunch and dinner 

I peer under plate; declaim loser, winner. 

There is always the pain, 

As mocks the rain in Spain

*** 

I recall Stevenson, his wondrous Pirate’s curses 

Within “A Child’s Garden of Verses.” 

Ill was I as lad seeing castle moats 

Carts to the manor born; trains, planes and boats. 

But that was Yesterday. 

Now is The World of May. 

*** 

I have been to Broward General 

My body drenched in lance ephemeral 

It is done. It is done. 

It is done. It is done. 

*** 

Home are we from a personal war. 

Not Iraq, not Libya, nor “charge” to the fore. 

Together with Ann, tests to bear 

A heart, almost new, to show and wear. 

God be with you and thanks many. 

God be with you and thanks many. 

The visitor to Broward General

 

http://wordpress.warrenlanger.com 

Still Liberal at 82 

Still Liberal at 83 

warren-langer@kindle.com 

PS: Needless do I say; poet not I.

Open heart bypass surgery, killing of bin Laden, next


By an act of luck I had gone to a Cardiologist, taken a Stress Test and learned there could be, probably was – an arteriolar blockage problem. 

Broward General. New problem. 

Tear in urethra. Urologist. Pain. Surgery hurdle to be cleared by clotting impacted groin area. 

Week passes. Difficulty with catheter. Immense pain. 

Successful Quadruple Bypass Open Heart Surgery. Dr. Kenneth Herskowitz, highly regarded surgeon; man of fewer than few words. 

Intensive care. 

Private room. TV remote also calls to nurse. Sometimes answered, sometimes not answered. 

Good nurses, not so good nurses. 

Too many sick people in hospitals. As they used to say in advertising – a wonderful business except for the clients. 

Catheter remains. 

Immensely painful at times; hard to describe. 

*** 

Wife of 52 years by my side. When she is near she is impossibly helpful. She reaches nurses and aides I never reach. When she leaves the loneliness returns. I am only there by myself. 

She is still teaching at 76 – Advanced Placement Art History – many calls to be made, judgments to be offered. She is missed at school. I miss her when she is not here. 

Daughter arrives from Seattle. She too is incredibly helpful. She had arrived from business trip to Washington; her last meeting had been at location where Obama appeared at Correspondent’s Dinner. 

She is Research Professor at University of Washington; also involved in cancer research at Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. She has written extensively on the subject of care giving. 

When she is near with her mother all is well. It is when they are gone that I am alone. 

I need help going to bathroom, back to bed, moving comfortably, talking to nurse. 

Most often the answer to my call for help is “will tell your nurse.” 

I ring for nurse again and again. 

So many of the nurses are astonishingly capable and kind. Ditto for helpers. 

Others are brusque. 

They work in 12 hour shifts. 

Hard. 

*** 

In Florida there are massive layoffs of public personnel. Hospital workers, teachers, bus drivers. 

Major problems; limited useful answers. Our governor, Rick Scott, is not what I would hope for in an activist governor. 

*** 

There is an outside world. 

I watch the news from Libya, Syria, Egypt. 

Weather eruptions in our Middle West. 

In the beginning, middle and end I am alone in a room in a hospital in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. When loved ones are near I am fine but there are times when they are in their own worlds and I am alone. 

Hard. 

*** 

e e cummings wrote The Enormous Room, on ambulance drivers placed in isolation during World War I. I try to remember substance and fail. 

Alone. 

*** 

The president is on TV. 

We have killed bin Laden. 

SEAL Team Six swoops down on private home near West Point of Pakistan. 

He has been living there, hiding in plain sight, for past six years. 

A Sherlockian tale. 

Problems are solved, bin Laden’s body taken to aircraft carrier and laid to rest at sea. 

There is a haunting Navy Hymn of burial at sea but I cannot recall the words or theme. 

Bin Laden has killed too many. A true villain. 

It is hard not to exult – if only quietly. 

Good quiet people of our armed forces have done what nobody has accomplished in the previous administration. 

I too am quietly proud of them. 

USA. USA. 

*** 

NEXT. 

I am home, 

Exercises to conquer. 

Difficulties. Responsibilities. 

There is a line from Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night

Nicole learned that Dick Diver was practicing in Geneva in the heart of the Finger Lakes region and considered a pleasant place. 

Perhaps, she thought, he was biding his time like Grant in Galena. 

As a graduate of the University of Illinois I am familiar with Grant and like to believe there is another chapter for me. 

Hopefully I too am biding my time. 

Good to be home. Daughter has returned to Seattle and husband. 

We, my wife and I, are back together. 

The patient

 

Warren Langer 

Warren-Langer@att.net 

warren-langer@att.net