In December 1996, I found that I had Stage 4 colon cancer. It was my Christmas gift. The cancer had spread to both lobes of the liver and I was given only four to six months to live ... closer to four. I didn't want to die. I had just turned sixty-eight years old and I was afraid. There was so much that I needed to do and certainly death, right then, was not one of them. It took me a while to develop a plan and I would learn that some of whether we live is up to us. From my point of view, we need to create strategies to augment medical treatment. We must fill our life with verbs rather than adjectives. It all began shortly before Christmas, twenty-one years ago. This is my story, and I am hopeful that some of my strategies will help others. UPDATE It was December 20, 1996 when I lay in the hospital after surgery and one walked into my room and asked me if I was afraid of death. That wasn't my doctor. It wasn't long, though, when the doctors only gave me a few months to live. After all. I had Stage IV colon cancer with many tumors in my liver. I had to devise a plan I was not ready to exit this life. That was 27 years, 7 months ago because this is July, 2024. Voltair said, "Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well." I am thankful for life and I appreciate it. At 95, I am also grateful. I do believe some of the successes we have, in very difficult circumstances, is up to us.
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