I have managed to whittle down all my life’s problems to one It didn’t happen by choice, it was imposed on me; I have liver cancer. All the other things I used to worry about seem pretty insignificant; prestige, money, clothes, pension, work, fame, recognition.
OK, the money thing is always there, but as long as my wife and kids are OK and we can hold onto the house it’s good.
I never thought in terms of good days or bad days before, they were just ever moving channels carrying me from one place to the next. Now I see things; sun and shadows, blue skies, rain on a window, the change of seasons. My senses are alive again. Love has gone from being abstract to tangible.
Granted, the one problem I have is major and it’s big and ugly and I wrestle with it daily. All I know is the beast feels all the love being sent my way and hopefully that is weakening him. Wishful thinking, Pollyanna dreamer? Maybe, but today is a good day. I’m going to take a walk and I’m alive to fight another day… and yeah, I still only have one problem.