Making good news sad (it’s what I do) and a poem/incantation

I am cancer free, 1 year. A reprieve lasting who knows how long. Feeeeelings.

This week I was spared the ax and I saw it come down on strangers. Have I mentioned how odd it is to be consumed with concern for your own mortality when the study of mortality is consuming your days?

Borrowed from Micheal Swanberg, the only guru I’ll accept (if he’ll have me):

Let me respectfully remind you
Life and death are of supreme importance
Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost
Let us awaken
Awaken, take heed
This night your days are reduced by one
Do not squander your life.
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