May 29, 2015

two little letters


 
     What a strange appearance after my name those two little letters make.  As if my name weren't long enough.  And oddly enough, separated by a comma.  A mere pause.  What stories there must be in the telling of the addition of those two little letters?  In this instance, a play with a professional actress, Megan Cole.  And what should this play be about?  An English professor dying of cancer.  What other role would I be "volunteered" for, of course, but an arrogant oncologist fellow trying to grasp his own humanity as life beats it either from him, or into him, depending on the point of view.  But it was a deep honor to be bear witness to Megan Cole's performance of death.  And life.  Just as I take the stories of all the patients who have helped me add those two little letters, hers is no less of potent tale.

2 comments:

Find Handmade said...

Loving your pictures and the distinctive and personal way you have put your story across - you're an inspiration and I am following your journey - awesome work!

Robert said...

Isaac, Is this what they call "type casting"?

I check for your entries frequently. You know I am a big fan! But I am also continuing to hold you up prayerfully. I love your work.