
Not much to report. Started looking for plane tickets to Kona. Gotta get a mammogram appointment. I hate those things. Not the mammogram. But, the queasy feeling – what if they find something. No, I am not one of those people who would say “Thank god, they found ‘it’ early”.
I know three people, all of whom were perfectly fine in early August that are dead today. Feeling a little poorly. Off to the doctor. Off to the PET scan. Off to hospice care. Off to the cemetery. In a month. No one is promised tomorrow.
Don’t we all wonder? How will I take the news? Will I die with a degree of grace and peace and no regrets? What if I don’t get the news? What if I just have a massive cranial bleed? Will there be anything left on my “must do list”?