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A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

7 Nov

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

One day someone decided
That prostate cancer was
A topic that needed awareness
So to make a buzz

This man declared, “To spread the word
I will grow a mustache!
And other men should do the same
So that we can raise cash

And get men to go to the doctor
To get an exam
Get those doctors to take fingers
And up your ass cram!”

This first man didn’t decide to
Do something physical
He didn’t tell other men to
Lift weights or push or pull

He didn’t beckon them to do
Ab crunches or leg squats
He didn’t urge them to leave their
Muscles sore and in knots

He didn’t even beckon them
To give up types of food
For just one month to raise awareness
So health won’t be screwed

Instead he chose an easy thing
Like hair under the nose
A joke, a “macho” ornament
That supposedly shows

“Awareness” and that these men care
About prostate cancer
This Warrior knew early on
It was a lazy answer

A half-hearted attempt that many
Men would soon follow
I’m not surprised that so many
Drank Kool-Aid and did swallow

When thinking of the cause, my mind
Goes to the man in bed
Lying in the hospital
Who will quite soon be dead

I think about how all his friends
Won’t come and visit him
Because his face is gaunt, his skin
Is pale and eyes are dim

I think about how unpleasant
It is to watch him die
How he does have so few a selfless
And caring ally

And think about all of the men
Who grow that “cookie duster”
Lying to themselves about
How it’s a “cancer buster”

In honor of the men who’ve died
And who are on death’s door
Because of prostate cancer I
Will hairy lip ignore

Instead I’ll cut out foods which harm
My health and I’ll work out
I’ll sweat and suffer for my health
And not just stubble sprout

I’ll fight as if I’m in a war
Against the cancer foe
While other men grow mustaches
And laugh and comb and crow

And no one will tell me that I
Should follow all the crowd
“Where’s your mustache?” they will ask
“Where’s your balls?” I say loud

As I form fists and beat upon
A chest that’s hard as rock
As I flex abdomen that makes
Both men and women gawk

As I show spoils of the war
I fight to be in shape
Despite not having a mustache
That over lip does drape

                                     ~Mustacheless Miro

No-Mo

6 Nov

This Movember thing seems really silly to me. Growing a mustache to fight prostate cancer? Harsh ugly truth: growing a mustache doesn’t help someone with prostate cancer. What helps a man with prostate cancer is going to visit him in the hospital and sitting with him, talking to him and listening to him for a few minutes, letting him feel like a human being and not completely alone and forgotten. “But Miro,” you may be thinking, “I don’t know anybody with prostate cancer in the hospital!” Then go visit a stranger. After 15 seconds, you won’t be strangers anymore.

But that would be weird, right? Visiting a stranger that you don’t know and offering solidarity and support. That’s just crazy. It’s much more effective to grow hair on your upper lip for all those strangers who are battling for their lives that we’d rather not be around because they’re suffering…and we’d rather not be around that level of pain and struggle. It’s much easier to just put up with the slight inconvenience of having a hairy upper lip for a month. Movember is just another one of those things I shake my head at and simply say, “try harder.”

No, I’m not growing a mustache for Movember this year. Probably won’t next year either. But still, somehow, I manage to not approve of prostate cancer despite the lack of hair on my upper lip. Amazing what you can accomplish when you don’t follow the herd and choose to think for yourself.

True story.

Heart Failure

1 Feb

“What we have most to fear is failure of the heart.” ~Sonia Johnson

Heart Failure

My father has been diagnosed
With failure of the heart
He hasn’t got a lot of time
Until he does depart

I’ve heard from many different nurses
And doctors who say
Different things, some feel as though
They can keep death at bay

Others aren’t as hopeful, they
Have grim looks on their faces
They say with how weak his heart is
He’s one of the worse cases

They can’t believe how large it’s grown
And how much he could push
Such a weakened heart so long
By staying off his tush

But that’s because my dad is a
Warrior like his son
While others have shown fear and sadness
My dad has shown none

He’s been all smiles and thankful to
The nursing staff that takes
Such good care of him while he is
Laid up with his aches

And while the others cry and mourn
I’ve noticed I have not
Because of grace and strength the way
Of the warrior has brought

When test results are not as good
As you’d hope them to be
You can’t just wish your strength to grow
To a higher degree

As Archilochus said, you will
Fall to your training’s level
This is why the test results
Did not shock and dishevel

While I do not know what’s in store
For my dad and his heart
This hasn’t been a wake up call
For me to finally start

Showing him my respect and
Appreciation for
Everything’s he’s done for me
I never did ignore

And so while I am sad to think
His time is running out
My training is what’s kept me strong
And focused, graceful, stout

Him as well, and hopefully
The readers of this piece
You have the choice to have a strength
That will not ever cease

In the face of tragedy
Adversity and pain
Even heart failure cannot
Make a warrior wain

                       ~for Dad