THE END
Strange that I should think of my
dear old mum being present and saying
“well there’s a bloody thing.” Of course she is long since gone. It was
Sarah (taking time out from her 12 year battle with a brain tumor) in the room
with her father, when the Doc gave me the news “I think you have two to three
years.” I was surprised. This was a change of thought in a week from “I have
good news for you. Bone and brain scans showed no activity”. Of course that is
a very wide range of time and
I have heard of quite a number who defied
the predictions. So I might be around some time yet to pester family and
friends.
But now I really have deadlines. No
more procrastination. Chop, chop, work to be done. Get the house in order. I am
completely at peace except for washes of sadness when I think of the little
ones and realize the sweet joy of the smiles I will not see. But of course that
will change anyway as they move o to adolescence etc . I have had a truly rich and full life,
often joking that I know I should not complain but I also know I will if given
half a chance.s But greed is ugly when there are so many young ones who must
live in the space we elders leave. So on to the next chapter. Oblivion? Or, a
big surprise for skeptics like me?
Why does death make us so
uncomfortable? It is certainly not a unique experience. So often the response
from people is born of discomfort and the brief “Oh no. I don’t know what to say.’ How about my mother’s
response, “well there’s a bloody thing” or, “well dammit! We are going to miss
you old bean”. Certainly there is an element of sadness. And there is a huge
sense of tragedy when death is untimely and robs a person of life when still
young. But in my case, I am formally and officially antique. So onward and upward, I hope.
BUT HOLD ON A MINUTE!
LATER
The Doctor called to tell me that
numbers have taken a significant turn for the better in the last three months
thanks to a new drug that had recently made such a significant impact on
patients in a trial, that the trial had been suspended so that people like me
might benefit. So…
Three months ago my PSA level was
119; it has dropped now to 13. I am not sure of the numbers since high math has
been my torment all my life, but I do remember him saying that it was almost a
90 percent drop. Most excellent but this does not mean I should not continue to
be spoiled. Thanks to everyone who has done that so generously. Friends and
family, and the Mormon Church here, all amazing the kindness, and he church to
a heathen household like ours.
Of course I have lost my actual numbers,
and my little grey cells notorious for their deservedly bad reputation with
high math, make this an almost wild guess, but it gives you an idea of the
doctor’s and hence my enthusiasm. This may mean more of life to be one big pain
in the patoot for others, but I would be tickled pink. So back to sorting and
counting pills.