A lot has changed in the past 12 months, and more so in the past 6 months.

But more on this later.
For now, I'm please to say I have got the poetry bug back again. Some of it good, some of it "dark". It is a reflection of my soul!
This one I wrote for my best friend / brother, who was told end November 2014 that he has stage 4 Cancer, and basically he had weeks to live. After a grueling year of treatment, chemo, and the typical side effects that go with this, he is now 100% healed! I must add, he is a soldier for God, and his faith did not waiver for one minute. He had cancer of his glands, and bone marrow. The Isolation refers to the specific period, at the end of his treatment, where he had to be in isolation for 4 weeks. Prognosis was that 80% plus patients get an infection, and septicemia! If this happened, he would have to stay in hospital longer. Also, there were no guarantees that the treatment would work. Finally, he has no immediate family from where they could take "clean" blood to treat and put the cells into his system, so they farmed his blood, cleaned and treated it, took out the cells they needed, and transplanted it back into him. He is known as the miracle man at Groote Schuur hospital!

Isolation

Twenty one days in isolation

Just me, the hospital staff

A television, I-pad, cell phone

Just me, my Bible, and God

Isolation, it was a scary thought

Chemo, tablets, pipes and things

No touching, no contact

Just me, the Word, and God

Reading, Journaling, Praying, Trusting

Faith in my Lord and saviour, Jesus

His hands on my body, His words in my mind

Just me, God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit

Isolation, time to reflect

Quiet time to reflect

Time to write, Time to repent

Time for God

Sick. Vomiting. Pain. Needles. Pipes. Medicines

Cell transplants. Infections. Bleeding. Pain.

Blood. Pain. No sleep. Pray. Trust.

Just me, God and Jesus

Daily blood tests, more medication

Sore body, no freedom from pain

Reading, and reflecting

Praying, just me and God

Isolation, lonely days

Long nights, no voices

No visits, no noise

Silence, just me and God.

And all this time He is working

Healing my body, healing my mind

And all this time He is feeling my pain

Holding my hand, guiding the doctors

Isolation, alone.

No, never alone

We were four in that room

Me, God, my Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit!

Salagatle!