A LONG WAY FROM HOME
Why is it that I seem to find the sad things in life? That they seem to follow me, seeking me out. Like “Hey, over here, you need to see this.” Calling me, pulling me down and then under. If you suffer from depression you’ll understand that last sentence, I think. That trip doesn’t take long now, like I’m always on the edge and fall off. A lot.
Continue reading “The Lost Bear”Time is my enemy now, until I finally sleep the last sleep. I used to think it was the evil Trinity of chronic pain, depression and insomnia that was my nemesis. These are adding to the frustration of course, and control my body and mind, but it is Time) that is working against me. I am constantly fighting to get things done, while the clock is spinning wildly.
I don’t have enough time left to live for starters. My wife scoffs when I say this, but I figure I’m at about the 85% mark in my life. Meaning I’ve lived most of it, and if I manage to make it to 80 it will be either by sheer luck or stupidity.
Continue reading “Where Do the Days Go?”I’m finding this dying business to be too slow.
My brother at 72 was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and given 5 months to live. Despite all the chemo and radiation to please his family he died 5 months and 1 week later.
Who knew there were 3 types of thyroid cancer? The 3rd one usually isn’t discovered until it’s already at stage 4 and the prognosis is always the same.
I think he wanted to just go fishing everyday as long as he could, instead of everything they suggested to at least try. All the chemo and radiation just kept him deadly ill for the 5 months. Shame on them really.
Continue reading “A Slow Death”