Dear Death, I’m in treatment for a serious cancer and may be meeting you in person soon. Or I may be around for a while longer thanks to new treatments available. No one knows but historically the prognosis is not great.🤷🏼♀️ I look around my house and it’s hard to ignore that the couch has seen better days, the original kitchen is seriously in need of an update, the blinds are showing their age etc.. Part of me feels like it’s ridiculous to invest in these projects. I should spend my limited energy elsewhere. The other part feels like I should live my life as though I’ll live till 90, which is what I fully expected before this turn of events (I’m 64).
My heart breaks, reading this.. I wish you a feeling of peacefull surrender and wisdom. Hold yourself so tight!
im so sorry for you