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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life
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who is your Father now

August28

on this earthly plane we often have one Father pulling and another father pushing.

I threw that into an email exchange about our children I was having with the inestimable John Stein, who says thats profound.

I was thinking it was merely apropos. and, based upon growing experience.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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cancer is NOT a journey

August10

there exists a walking and waking nightmare. its a perilous path that requires us to be ever vigilant, and ready, willing and able to thumb Satan in his blood-shot pale eyes.

spare me the platitudes and existentialist bull-shit. cancer is not a journey.

Thursday was Joanne’s fourth chemotherapy session, and mid-point for the course. that is always followed by a Nuestra shot to increase her white blood cell count. interestingly, that ends-up being the most painful part of the treatment. listening to her description of the pain, it sounds like what The Wolverine must go through when he deploys his talons and/ or regenerates.

that said, she is tough as Wolverine; any super hero, to be certain.

the good news is that the cancer is evidently not in the lymph-nodes. we caught this bitch early and we responded with pace and a sense of purpose. I recruited, petitioned and secured the best surgical and oncology team in the Southeast. the two masses have apparently responded well to chemotherapy. thusly, her prognosis is good. if we remain on-plan, we have the BIG surgery November 6th. hopefully we are in the recovery and healing phase by mid-December.

me? I am restless. resolute. exhausted. encouraged. relieved that my daughters seem to find comfort in me. I miss my wife. she has already told me nothing is going to be the same. I’ve never loved her more. I can’t ever be more angry at something else, ever again. thank God for modern medicine, and my Jeep – oh… and a sense of purpose to stay fit, and, possibly, sane.

go read another and prior post of mine: http://www.unsinkablebriancork.com/2013/03/08/riding-that-big-glassy-fronted-wave-of-life/ do it!

“live your life darling. all of it. question everything. accept nothing.” – Barbara Anne Cork, Wife to one, Mother to all

mere survival is not an option. this must be about “thrival”. I made that up; but will see it through.

UPDATE:

when this episodic travesty finds it’s end, Chuck Papageorgiou is taking me fishing.

also… Denis McDonough, himself, and politics aside, says he wants to sit quietly with me and smoke a very good cigar.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters

brian patrick cork

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the Freedom of Terror and Truth

July22

so…about the nature of truth.

ponder how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language.

…tongues, dialects, video, coding, body language, signing…

for example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ can be used to refer to the same people at any given time, or for a considered cause.

The word “hysterical” is another brilliant example of how “rich” the English language is with words that can have multiple meanings and applications.

with everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right.

soon I’ll talk about how God, and a belief structure, works in much the same way.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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I don’t know how to sing the blues

July9

borrowed, with gratitude from, Humans of New York : http://lnkd.in/bgtFJi5

the rest is me. sometimes we need examples of who not to be and what not to do.

some people channel such BULLSHIT through their lives.

so… that got me to the following:

Joanne has cancer. I spend almost every minute of the day willing her to be healed. I would take every ounce of strength I have and infuse her with it. I would give her every last drop of blood and white blood cells I can generate. I would carry her to the top of the mountain if I thought God could hear me more clearly.

this morning I ventured out to Starbucks in my Jeep. I often do annoying things that might include singing country songs at the top of my voice out of key, pray, play music loud (my current favorite to the horror of my neighborhood) is, What It’s Like (not a country song) by Everlast, from the Whitey Ford Sings the Blues album. it fits nicely with an open-air Jeep Wrangler (in Milton, Georgia this is the new Porsche).

a prayer popped into my head. then I realized it was a poem. then thought it might be a prayer. but, $@&% it… I meant it.

I love God He keeps me on my feet I love God He does not know the meaning of defeat I love God He keeps me on my toes I love God he is the architect of my woes I love God He makes me strong I love God He confuses my understanding of luck and fortuna I love God I beg him to make Jo well Soona (that was me rollin a bit ghetto).

so… what if poems are a form of prayer? does that mean stupid poems possess the potential to piss off God? if it makes me feel better, I think that’s a good sign.

…this reminds me… I wish Brandon, the creator and curator of Human of New York, would offer a method other than TUMBLR to share his own efforts. I wonder if he hears me?

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

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