Am I Ready to Die?

The diagnosis came like a bolt from the blue. I had spent my whole adult life being disgustingly healthy, so I took for granted that a routine doctor visit would be just that. Instead I found myself confronted by the imminent prospect of two potentially life-threatening surgeries. The ball began rolling in early July and has challenged me to the core of my being. Concerns were shaken to the extent that I lost all interest in the General Convention and its outcomes this past summer, I was now dealing with something far more pressing — issues of my life and death. The prospect of not surviving the surgery sharpened my perceptions and priorities.