2024年5月22日，《美国医学会杂志》JAMA在“诗歌和医学”栏目发表了Joan Baranow, PhD的一篇“A Good Prognosis”短诗，表达了永恒的希望和祝福。

These are not the final few months of my life,

not the last bowl of salad I add a few

spoons of tuna and mayo to.

I’m not going to die on a date printed

in the calendar that hangs on my fridge

with cheesy pictures of Yosemite

and captions like Bike to Work Day.

I can sit here at the kitchen window, watching

my neighbor walk down the street with her daughter

without the need to join them or to hurry

someplace pretty to have a last look.

According to statistics I’ve got at least

five years left, or ten depending on the website.

Which means I can sit here and eat

chopped lettuce and carrots and celery as slowly as I like

as if health required nothing but belief.

I watch a car go by, and then another.

这不是我生命的最后几个月，

也不是我最后一碗沙拉，

我在里面加了几勺金枪鱼和蛋黄酱。

我不会死在挂在冰箱上的日历上，

日历上印着优胜美地的俗气照片，

还有骑车上班日的说明。

我坐在厨房的窗口，

看着邻居和她的女儿走在街上，

而不需要加入他们，或者匆匆忙忙地去某个漂亮的地方看最后一眼。

根据统计，我至少还能活5年，

或者10年，取决于网站。

这意味着我可以坐在这里，

尽情地吃着切好的生菜、胡萝卜和芹菜，

就好像健康只需要信念一样。

我看着一辆车经过，

然后又是一辆。

2024-5-28于济南