I am a poet. I have a poets heart; and poets do see life differently. Many folks do not understand my thought processes. So, if you see writings in here that you identify as strange, own it; because you are correct. I am a strange soul. A strange soul who has lived a blessed life. Onto this part of the story: In January of this year, I had my 88th birthday. Shortly thereafter I was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. At that time the prognosis was up to 9 months to live. Well, I decided this is my time, so I have decided to withhold on receiving chemotherapy or radiation treatments. I am the last of my sisters surving. I am comfortable. I have lived a satisfying, long life. It is time. But, it is hard work dying. I still have much to organize (especially my writings). I desire to finish my autobiography, of which I am only half completed, and all these physical ailments that accompany cancer are a nuisance to its
completion. So, dying may have to wait til beyond the 9 month prognosis. We'll see. I've still much to do. For the rest of my story, you are welcome to call, e-mail or post on this site. As I am able, I will respond personally. I am so thankful for all of you (too many to mention here) that have created memories, offered fodder for my writing, helped, supported and encouraged me over the years. Until we meet again, Thank you!
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