inTervieW - Green Cross Publishing
inTervieW - Green Cross Publishing
inTervieW - Green Cross Publishing
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
28<br />
cReaTive wRiTing<br />
Lefty<br />
Donnie looked up at the lunar-like<br />
ceiling of spacelights that added<br />
to that morning’s world of white.<br />
The trolley hit a bump and he<br />
increased his grip on lefty. It was<br />
like the bump was a reminder of<br />
the fate that lay in store for lefty in about half<br />
an hour’s time. After 43 years of living together,<br />
sharing each milestone in his life, Donnie<br />
and lefty were parting company forever that<br />
morning. Donnie was scared.<br />
It had all began just over a fortnight ago<br />
with that most invasive of four letter words, ‘a<br />
lump’. The English language is full of four letter<br />
words but that word ‘lump’ has transcended<br />
literal meaning. There’d been no symptoms, no<br />
warnings, nothing, none of that, just a lump on<br />
lefty that couldn’t be wished away or justified by<br />
any sort of activity. It was there in the morning,<br />
and like the princess that no matter which way<br />
she turned or lay could always feel the pea in her<br />
bed, Donnie could always feel the lump.<br />
Donnie thought of that as the trolley waited for<br />
the lift to open. The nurse wanted to check his<br />
wristband, make sure she had the right patient,<br />
that sort of thing. Donnie had his right hand<br />
cradling lefty which entailed the nurse having<br />
to go and get it but she’d seen it many a time<br />
before.<br />
It’s alright … you’re not the first.’ And checked<br />
the band.<br />
‘When’d you discover it?’<br />
‘late last week.’<br />
‘That’s good … time’s everything with these.<br />
you’d be surprised at how many just ignore it…<br />
leave ‘til it’s too late…hope that it will go away…<br />
that sort of thing…especially men.’<br />
“<br />
How lefty was<br />
the one that<br />
‘hung low’ and how as<br />
many years ago he’d<br />
considered lefty as his<br />
barometer for a girl.<br />
Satisfied with what she’d checked she returned<br />
his hand to lefty. They’d laughed at that. His<br />
other hand was free, lying loose over his chest.<br />
She’d moved that to lefty also and they’d<br />
laughed more. Then she’d gone back to checking<br />
charts and he returned to his thoughts of lefty.<br />
Initially, he’d assumed that they’d just cut<br />
it, the lump, out and then when he learnt that<br />
everything on the left had to go, he’d accepted it<br />
pretty quickly because he’d just wanted that out,<br />
out, out of him, out of that inside of him forever.<br />
And everyone reassured him that because he’d<br />
got attention that he’d be fine, so much that he<br />
had himself convinced also and that’s when he<br />
became sorry for lefty. like he was abandoning<br />
a friend of old, someone who’d been there<br />
always, that half of a team that gave the complete<br />
backup.<br />
Donnie thought back to when he’d last held<br />
lefty with this sort of protection. It was a soccer<br />
match and the opposition had a free kick. He and<br />
lefty were the wall. The kicker didn’t like him.<br />
They’d had history throughout the match and<br />
he’d come across to say.<br />
‘Hey Donnie, I don’t care about the goal but his<br />
ball’s taking your head off.’<br />
Initially he’d held his arms over his face but at<br />
the penultimate moment just as the boot was<br />
coming into the leather he’d thought ‘What<br />
about Righty and lefty!! Forget the head…<br />
protect them nOW!’ and he had and they’d been<br />
very grateful.<br />
And then there was the time, Donnie’d been<br />
about 13 or so when lefty had disappeared after<br />
a cold swim and he’d told his Mother and his<br />
sisters had laughed and how he’d thought he was<br />
gone forever but like the faithful friend he was<br />
lefty had come back and now here was Donnie<br />
having him cut out.<br />
The lift opened and a team of white crowded<br />
over, questions, questions…name, date of birth,<br />
mother’s maiden name and all the faces were<br />
unfamiliar and he knew they were just checking<br />
to make sure they’d the right patient but Donnie<br />
just gripped lefty even more.<br />
And then the surgeon, Donnie knew<br />
him, ‘thank God’ … someone he knew…his<br />
jack-hammered heart relaxed, and then the<br />
anaesthetist. She was attractive, foreign looking,<br />
her hand on his chest, soothing:<br />
julIAN judGe<br />
issue 10 volume 12 • novemBeR 2010<br />
Julian Judge qualified as a pharmacist in 1990.<br />
He has recently completed a Masters in Creative<br />
Writing at the Department of english at uCD.<br />
Contact Julian at email: julianjudge@hotmail.com<br />
‘Breathe slowly and deeply.’ Said with a deep<br />
eastern-like accent as a mask descended over his<br />
mouth.<br />
‘Think of something pleasant, far away and<br />
count to ten…you won’t beyond five.’ Said the<br />
exotic eastern throat and Donnie relaxed into a<br />
far away pleasant place and thought of lefty and<br />
43 years of being together.<br />
How lefty was the one that ‘hung low’ and<br />
how as many years ago he’d considered lefty as<br />
his barometer for a girl. If lefty didn’t respond<br />
she could forget about it and he’d go find<br />
another for him, how crossing his legs, although<br />
easier would never be the same again, nothing<br />
to adjust.<br />
Donnie got to three and had an immediate<br />
thought of ‘this was it, time to say goodbye to<br />
lefty.’ Initially he was panicked: just how was he<br />
to say goodbye to a testicle? He heard:<br />
‘Slow and deeply…that’s it.’ Again and the<br />
answer came to him.<br />
So, somewhere between four and five in his<br />
count Donnie relaxed his grip and gave lefty one<br />
last scratch.<br />
Author’s note.<br />
A friend of mine, 43 years old, otherwise completely<br />
healthy, recently discovered a lump on his left<br />
testicle. He had it removed last week and is now<br />
waiting on biopsy results.<br />
The main symptom of testicular cancer is a<br />
swelling or lump on one of your testicles. The lump<br />
is usually completely painless, no matter how<br />
small. Other symptoms are a swelling in either ball,<br />
discomfort or heaviness or a dull ache in the groin.<br />
For further information visit www.cancer.ie or<br />
phone National Cancer Helpline at 1800-200-700.