Update: Recent Episodes
Fish Tales
My good friend, Bob Wilhelm, is visiting me this week. He's a storyteller and we're talking A LOT about stories and storytelling and comic book art. what fun!
Not taking chemo. Check.
Taking fewer opiates. Check.
Accepting life for what it is. Check.
Well, almost check.
"The body's decline creeps like a vine." My decision not to have chemo may have been bold, but it also creates a lot of fear. I'm now in a weeping stage. Fear of the unknown, walking the path of the warrior, uncontrolled crying, now I'm really lost in the dark woods.
The big decision has been made. I'm not going to take any chemo. What will become of me? I probably won't live over a year and a half to two years. Could be more. Could be less. No one knows for sure.
It's my birthday and I'm trying to decide whether or not to have any chemotherapy to control the spreading cancer.
I resigned from teaching. That's a big deal for me, a life-long teacher. I don't want to quit, but the time is here.
Sometimes my back pain is increased by stress. I'm sure of it. So why aren't I meditating more?
My brother died last week and I had a Skype memorial with his three grown kids. My grown kid was part of it, too.