Chimera

My 2 grown daughters as unicorns and my son-in-law as the Knight in shining armor on Halloween

My offspring are garbed as mythical creatures. Impossible animals that could never and will never exist.

And yet that is exactly what I am reaching for, having felt the breath of a mythical beast in my blood, having sensed the sway and swagger of a new consciousness finding its way through my tissues, and then felt it slipped away, and with it my chance at an early cure.

I miss being that chimera, that magical and doable mix of two life forms or two lives in one, me and my donor. I know it can be done. I have been there.

I will be that chimera again.

No, I will not become a fire breathing monster, equal parts lion. snake and goat. I will become double formed, from two sources flowing in one stream, not in any allegorical sense, but in the flesh. Like Shylock, prick me and I bleed, but you better check my/his DNA. I will be a changed man, a double agent.

The second time it will stick. It will be no myth, but it could be mythic.