IIn Veery Baad Taastee


II haad aa leetteer
Froom my dooctoor toodaay
IIt waas baad neews
EEspeeciiaally foor aa wriiteer
Thee teests caamee baack
IIt’s coonfiirmeed
II haavee vooweel caanceer

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 10, 2011, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Uh, the poem is funny. At first, reading it, I took it seriously, until the last line “II haave vooweel caanceer”, and everything was explained.
    I’m sorry to hear/read about your friend 😦

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  2. Hahaha this is magnificent. After smiling at it I was forced to ponder how much truth there was here and then I started wondering if you are ok…

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    • Thanks for your concern.

      (1) See my earlier comments re. my friend.

      (2) I had an operation in 2008 to remove a meningioma, which left some scarring to the part of my brain that processes language.

      (3) But basically I just stumbled across the idea of substituting a b with a v and making a massively politically incorrect joke.

      (4) Never could resist a bad pun. 😀


  3. Oh dear, Ben, I laughed (again!) before reading your comments. I know two people who went through this and are ok now. I am so glad to hear that your friend is also ok. Emphysema is another matter. Depends on how far it has progressed and if she is still smoking… Sometimes it can reverse to a certain extent…

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  4. It’s well advanced unfortunately, and she would not be able to smoke even if she was silly enough to try. Even short walks are beyond her now. Her humour remains, but laughing too much has to be avoided; she hasn’t the breath.


    • I moved into this ‘care centre’ towards the end of April this year and the first patient I met was so good to me, helping me to come to terms with what had happened to me. We both felt as if we had known each other forever. Unfortunately she succumbed to her illness and this is a poem I wrote in remembrance of her:


      She was so brave. Besides being on oxygen all the time and having a heart slowly giving up the struggle, she spent time cheering others up. I was so privileged to know her.

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  5. I’m glad her colon has been sorted, and someone very close to me has emphysema, so I know how worrisome and hard it is. Your poem is very much my kind of humour, it’s light in the dark is being naughty sometimes *smiles*

    – Esme Cloud known for it herself at times.

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