Probably in part because I am now 80, and partially because of recently losing an old, old friend and having yet another old friend dying as I write this, but lately I find that all too often I find I think that something is happening that will spell the end for me. It might be a little pain in the chest or back, something I normally would assume was just a muscle strain, but now I find myself thinking "is this the start of the big one?", or "is the cancer that I beat when I lost a kidney now back, and in my lungs or spine or wherever?". The other night I had a bit of indigestion, but found myself thinking "I guess this is the first sign of stomach or pancreatic cancer" or similar thoughts. Fortunately when morning comes I usually feel somewhat or all better, and I am able to banish these negative thoughts and get on with life. But come the next night the bad thoughts come back all too soon. And for good or bad, these thoughts are not ones that I can share with my dear wife, let alone with any of my grown kids.
This afternoon I went out and bought a batch of new ammo. I am starting planning for an extended motorcycle road trip in the Spring. I am trying my best to look forward to the future rather than facing it with dread. And who knows, maybe I will be around as long as my Mom was, who died 6 years ago just prior to her 104th birthday.
This afternoon I went out and bought a batch of new ammo. I am starting planning for an extended motorcycle road trip in the Spring. I am trying my best to look forward to the future rather than facing it with dread. And who knows, maybe I will be around as long as my Mom was, who died 6 years ago just prior to her 104th birthday.