What it's like to be told you're terminally ill.

On being told "it's pretty far along", and the feelings and the thoughts and planning and all the crap that now I have to do. Come along with me if you want. It should be an interesting ride.

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I'm looking at everything as if I'm seeing it for the last time, which may well be true, and it gives me such appreciation for things I've taken for granted all my life. But looking at things for the last time allows me to see a lot of them for the first time, if that makes any sense.
Thu Oct 1

I didn’t plant pumpkins and gourds this year… now I wish I had.

It’s fun to plant pumpkins and gourds.  With the pumpkins, you never know quite what shape they’ll take or how big they’ll get.  They start out dark green and turn orange as they ripen.  The gourds were the most fun.  They’d vine up fences or wherever and you never know not only what the shape will be, or whether they’ll be smooth or bumpy, but what colors, or color patterns they’ll turn.  It’s like watching a Christmas tree grow it’s own ornaments or a yard it’s own Easter eggs.  I’m sorry I didn’t plant them this year.  To be honest, I didn’t think I’d still be around for the harvest.  That’ll teach me to believe the doctors.  :-)

Next year I will plant pumpkins and gourds again.