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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Tue Jun 29

okwhatnow asked: Hey Bill, it's looking good for tomorrow if I can drag my butt out of bed :P New York kicked my heiney.. I have your address plugged into my phone, but leave me your number in case I get lost. Also, is there any time that would be better? I have to do it before noon and I don't want to catch you at a bad time. Let me know! Right now I'm aiming for 10ish.

I can’t imagine you have any energy left after a day in “the city”. Any time is fine. Hospice people run in and out all the time, so there really are no good or bad times. Call right before you get here so I can put Jake the Wonder Dog up. I hope you’re having a great trip.