Friday, December 12, 2014

Currie's Gratitude 12 December 2014

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


Rita said...

I think it's impossible to write the end until you get there. Too much going on each and every day. :)

Carol said...

Writing the end prematurely skips all of the wondrous possibilities of what miracles are ahead. Not necessarily the miracle of cure of your physical self but the relationships and events that a part of our life. Everything must be lived to the fullest until it is truly over.

drew said...

It makes sense to me. I find your openness very powerful. Thank you.