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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Sun Jun 27

Update on earlier ruminations:

Just about the time I was feeling sorry for myself because i was lonely, hungry, bored, and thirsty, a very sweet Hospice woman showed up at the door with a cheese whopper and onion rings from Burger King. God works in Mysterious ways!! She stayed for some very nice conversation and then she left.

Then I got some news from the recent high school reunion which I had to skip: the guy who called, who was always kind of a goofball. told me he has leukemia, and a lady who everybody likes a lot has cancer. I’m not sure the extent of either, but the cancer may be worse. Neither sound good.

Get busy with your bucket lists folks.