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December14

Your being on this particular email distribution indicates you have been tracking our family through Joanne’s fight with breast cancer. Your unwavering love and support has been terrific, and our gratitude has no measure.

Its been five weeks this very day since Joanne had the double mastectomy and reconstruction surgeries. As many of you know or can surmise, we were extremely fortunate having both procedures accomplished on the same table. It was a very long day, but both surgeons were outright triumphant when they found me in the recovery waiting room. Our primary surgeon was evidently VERY aggressive with surrounding tissue, but only took five nodes for testing. With all that, she was confident she accomplished our objective. I then managed to break protocol and snuck into the corridor that led from the surgical theater, so I was able to greet a decidedly dazed Joanne almost straight away. I had not relished holding her hand more since the day she agreed to go on a first date with me, and the moment she accepted my proposal of marriage, and when we brought our children into this world.

Over Thanksgiving, Audra, the Godmother of our daughters (her daughter, our God daughter, is a sophomore at Emory University, here in Atlanta) came out for a week, traveling from New Hampshire, and cooked a magnificent celebratory dinner. Terrific food and family. That week we received word that Joanne’s pathology report is clear. Joanne and Audra visited with both the surgeon and oncologist for follow-up reports where they confirmed the pathology. By God, it was one of the sweetest weeks of my life.

We are looking great and can now officially focus on healing. Joanne is still quite sore with limited range-of-motion. So, we begin therapy soon. She’s a bit self-conscious over her hair. I think she is lovely with a well-shaped head and the whole affect makes her gorgeous big brown eyes pop. But, its not looking good for the Christmas party circuit this year. NOTE: Many of you will be relieved that as Joanne’s hair began to grow back, I finally cut my own. It was shoulder length and shaggy. However, the stand and effort were made with good affect. I’ll also add that forty of my buddies also finally shaved – to the collective and immense relief of their own spouses.

More good news is that our oldest daughter Haley Anne has been accepted to Alabama. Roll Tide! The only thing that might stop her is an offer letter from Ole Miss. In addition to that, I’ve been accepted into Georgia Institute of Technology to pursue a double Master of Science in Human-Computer Interaction and Master of Science in Enterprise Transformation. These will set-the-stage for the pursuit of my PhD in Technology Transformation (and, hopefully teaching in my fourth season of life).

These are important milestones and signals that life is circling back around and reminding us that we must needs continue to be grateful at every turn, and prepared to give back to anyone that we can. A fascinating aspect of this ordeal is the community of cancer. Joanne has been befriended by numerous other women that have muscled through similar fights. Now, in-turn, she often finds herself supporting others. Along the way we have both forged meaningful friendships and relationships with a host of people that we might have never known but for the ordeal. Blessings come wrapped in the oddest form of package.

Merry Christmas. Happy Holiday. And, Happy New Year.

– Brian Patrick Cork

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

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

joanne reads like poetry

March15

are poems meant to be an opus?

life plays-out like an opus.

can change always be good? its unavoidable. more so change, hopefully, good.

I’m wondering how poetry can fit into the evolution of life.

what is the hell is “poetic justice”? that’s a bit of random thinking. however, it just struck me as I was preparing to stop tapping and launch this post. so, I’m exploring that.

all that said, the point of this post is founded with:

“The days will continue to flee, and we shall want for their passing with each missed opportunity”.

I’m listening to Fall At Your Feet (again) by Crowded House. But also, You’ll Never Walk Alone for Liverpool FC! life is such a beautiful game, poetry adds beauty and balance to it. and, it turns out that Soccer (proper football) is referred to globally as “the beautiful game”. and, a great moment in soccer is more often referred to as, “poetic”.

you may be wondering what this has to do with Joanne, at least from a post title perspective. the answer is specifically nothing and everything. it all depends on how you read it, or say it, or interpret it.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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