Just as some people didn’t discuss their past marriages, their police records, their finances and addictions, Henry Schiller didn’t talk about his health. He’d told no one about the sharp pain that he’d felt in his groin over the past month. Instead, day after day, with legs hung over the bed and hands pressed to ears, Henry, a tired, stooped, pale-faced man, had insisted to himself that he was fine, that rarely ever was the body gravely sick, and he had nothing to fear. Besides, the human race was resilient. Just look at us go, still here after all this time.
A song writer, a lounge player, Henry had even penned a tune on the subject. At his piano, with his fingers coming down strong on the keys and his breathing hurried, he’d sung the chorus over and over again, in search of calm:
A thousand curious aches,
In the course of a lifetime.
Why get unsettled,
Mentally?
For the belly rails,
The brain ails,
The heart, it wails.
And you keep going.
–published by Rare Bird Books
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