How’m I doing?

Then it came back, this time with lots of pain and a poor prognosis.

And self-pity. Did I mention self-pity?

I took some high-tech medicine that offered hope of a reprieve and I got my affairs in order.

But now all of a sudden, the medicine is working. My petscans and blood counts show improvement. Still trying to wrap my head around that but Hooray!

People who write about life and death experiences almost always write of a different, better life afterward, having thought deeply about how to live meaningfully and not waste any moments.
Apparently this is not an innate talent of mine.

During the period of intense pain, I spent many hours in bed just passing time, surviving minute to minute by daydreaming, playing games on my phone, occasionally watching TV though it had all blended into an intense sameness, broken by welcome visits from friends and family.

Now that I am partly recovered, I spend many hours laying around passing time the same way. Geez!

Yet one good thing I’m doing is not wasting time feeling guilty about wasting time. Follow me for more life tips…