This post was originally started prior to Thanksgiving, but unexpected health problems delayed the editing and posting of it.
It’s Holiday Season. Whether you agree with the principles or not, whether you celebrate or not, it’s a good time for reflection. A cancer diagnosis … and the subsequent treatments … as well as the death of friends, has forced me to be more contemplative. I reflect on my life, my choices, and what is really important to me.
I know I’m going to die and not in the “we’re all going to die some time in the future” way. That may be true, and we are all “terminal” as one of my doctors philosophized when he was asked about the implications of my metastatic diagnosis, but most of us have the luxury of at least thinking that death is a far off notion. Some theoretical concept to prepare for, but after the grandchildren have grown. Keep reading