A few conclusions become clear when we understand this: that our most cruel failure in how we treat the sick and the aged is the failure to recognize that they have priorities beyond merely being safe and living longer; that the chance to shape one’s story is essential to sustaining meaning in life; that we have the opportunity to refashion our institutions, our culture, and our conversations in ways that transform the possibilities for the last chapters of everyone’s lives. [Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End]
I feel I’m sharing something very sacred this morning. It’s the first time I‘ve found this “line” worth crossing.
I canNOT know. There is no way to guarantee anything ever. All of it is a guess. Most of it is a surprise, but I am walking through something that feels sort of profound, so bear with me, please.
Shaping my story[ies] is essential. Ever since learning I have cancer my story[ies] has/have been like a sea of raised hands in an auditorium.
I am BEginning to understand that while I enJOY writing, and writing has always been as natural to me as breathing, I don’t want to write the “end” until I get there.
I don’t know if that makes sense to you. It does to me.
I love you, Currie