Life and death - so few breaths separate the two. I was hoping to make it to the General Election.
Today, my good friend of 35 years, Arthur, took me to the doctor. Afterward, he treated me to lunch. A birthday lunch. I am sixty years old, this week. The lunch was wonderful, and we did not discuss the doctor appointment.
The doctor visit did not go well. I have lung cancer.
I do not despair. Every moment we experience in the universe is an opportunity for joy.
I have spent the evening notifying family and friends of my grim prognosis.
Every day is a sacred day. Every moment is joyful, if we see it so.
Departing is no burden. Survival is a grief.
See every moment as a gift.
Love binds us all.
It is no pain to leave, but to survive takes courage.