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.

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Fri Jun 25

A little on the spooky side….;

This appeared on my daughter Missey’s Facebook account today. Several people thought she posted it, and commented how nice it was. Problem is, she didn’t, and she’s a bit freaked. Nobody can figure out how it got posted.

“Roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me. Place them in my
father’s arms & tell him they’re from me. Tell him that I love him
& when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him
for a while. Remembering him is easy, I do it everyday. There’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.”

So now I’m a bit freaked, too. I love my kids. I will miss them so much.