As I sit in my chair with my diagnosis of Terminal Mesothelioma; I am struck by a humorous irony. I recently spent 8 days in the hospital; having laid out on the kitchen floor at 4 a.m. thinking I was breathing my last and OK with that; however, I ended up in the ER with C diff, Legionaires disease, heart arythmia and the inability to breathe. The humor is found in that I must work to recuperate from these maladies so that I can get back to the business of expiring. I have outlived my diagnosis for 16 months and intend to keep swinging for the outfield until its done; but damn, this is tiring.
Just Thinking About It