neurological ward

electrodes attatched

in patterns spread like capital cities
in ancient geographical maps,
a sailors route
through neurons



a cut,

a slice to save this life

the shaved head the night prior, early
morning drive down london line,

but how does one live with a hole in their brain?




my brother made it through brain surgery number two. it took place yesterday at london's university hospital between the hours of 8-2. we had to leave sarnia at 4:445 and arrive at 5. we didn't get to leave until after six. long long day. at one point I was sleeping in the parking garage in the car, just to get some sleep. All's well right now as it can be. my brother is still there in intensive care of the neurological unit. he should be home in a bout a week or so and that's when we'll see if there has been any further damage to his speech, coordination etc. hopefully we won't have to go in for brain surgery number three next summer. this whole event is becoming a bit to regular for my liking.