Melting in the Sun: Remix

Whistler Design for a Mosaic

Melting in the Sun: Remix

“They will not hunger or thirst, neither will the scorching heat or sun strike them down. For he who has compassion on them will lead them and will guide them to springs of water.” Isaiah 49:10, 55:8-12

Melting in the Sun: Remix
The nurse is coming to my house today,
and I pray everything is going to be okay.
I swear, I swear,
on the medicine box, product of Israel.
The nurse responds, “My body don’t belong to me,
but to the glory of God and my family.”
I’ve been dodging that shot for twenty-five years,
and it’s got me pinned down now and here.
Never mind the disclosures.
My body was not formed to endure excess exposure.
Foreign toxicity.
First dose efficacy.
Never mind that vitamins and diet lend itself to healing.
It’s time for more – self love as to a sick child done differently.
One percent progression or one percent stabilization is my choice.
I don’t want my chart to be stamped, “VOID.”
The syringe is filled up with intent to treat.
It’s only impossible if I stop and think.
Stats are 50/50 and I give informed consent.
I’m just one day closer to it happening again.
~ Stacy Sweeney, RN

Melting in the Sun

American Aesthetic painter, printmaker and etcher
The Japanese Dress
26.6 x 17.9 cms | 10 1/4 x 7 ins
Pencil, chalk and pastel on br
Davison Art Center
Middletown | United States

Melting in the Sun
September 05, 2018
I have been thinking a lot about the sun. It was 97 degrees today, and my vision was double. Over the weekend, it was even hotter, and my vision was also blurred. I called my neurologist and he said, “If you don’t go on medication to prevent disease progression, then I have nothing to offer you.” I told him he was a drug bully and it was the principle of the matter – the drug companies – that I had a problem with. It costs $5,900 for a months supply of Copaxone, or $200 a daily shot! “I’m going to get a second opinion.” (rather a tenth opinion) I told him. “And I hope you don’t charge for bad news.”

Melting in the Sun
All that I am is melting in the sun
I let go of my hold upon
the rising of the sun

light travels faster than I can see or gather
if I gather much, I have nothing over

all that remains is melting in the sun
I let go of my hold upon
the setting of the sun

light travels faster than we can see or measure
if we gather little, we have more than enough over
~ Stacy Sweeney