Today is better, though I'm babying my stomach lest it grow nasty again.
Experiences like that makes me wonder about people who have real problems. Not just a 24 hour bug, but serious pain, serious issues.
When he was diagnosed with cancer, my dad said he was lucky to have lived a good life.
My mother said she hoped doctors could learn something from her experience so they could save the next person.
And my daughter often pointed out there were people worse off than she was, though I couldn't imagine who that would be.
I hope I can continue the family tradition of bravely facing death when my time comes, but after yesterday I'm afraid I'll just beg them to open those pearly gates and let me in.
Post a Comment