On this eve that signifies rebirth for many of my FOF friends, I wanted to tell you about two vows I’ve made during the last few years:
I’m not waiting for a doc to tell me I’m dying to appreciate every breath I take.
If I do learn I’m dying, I have no intention of going through the process without grace, dignity and humor. I wouldn’t be happy, but I don’t think I’d accomplish much by feeling sorry for myself.
An elderly woman I know has been pitying herself ever since she was diagnosed with cancer over two years ago. She’s wasted a great deal of time dying–not living.
I also knew a 17-year-old girl who was diagnosed with cancer when she was 13. She spent the last four years of her life living–not dying.