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For God so loved the world

He gave His only son

23 November 2018: On Thanksgiving

J. W. called at eight-thirty. I had just opened my eyes. It was so perfectly timed it's like I received a telepathic signal from across the universe. I answered just before my ring-tone of the Twisted Nerve whistle from Kill Bill would have been...

25 November 2018: On Thanksgiving Sunday

My brother-in-law, J, and his family left. Although he is physiologically, biologically my in-law, in reality he is  my brother, or maybe more like a son given our age disparity, or let's just say he's a hybrid or crossover, like a SUV that has great...

27 November 2018: The sound an Angel makes.

There are two reasons to get a PET scan; one, if you have cancer and; two, if they think you might have cancer. Either way, it's a serious business. I had never had one before and didn't know what to expect. I found myself in a cubicle with a curtain; one of six on...

29 November 2018: The reason for me

It's 2:50 am, and I still can't sleep. When I first thought that I might be dying, I had this urge to do something with that because the experience seemed valuable, that enhanced appreciation for common things I wrote about earlier. I thought that if I could give that...

29.2 November 2018: The patient portal

Another convenient thing about being a doctor (see first post/Nov4/2nd paragraph) is that with a modern patient portal you can half-ways diagnose yourself from the results, even if it's not your specialty. I'm in the hotel room after my day of testing and I wonder,...

30 November 2018: Quantum superposition

I am like Schrodinger's cat trapped in a box, superimposed between two states, both alive and dead until someone opens the box to observe the result except that in my case the latter extreme is more variable. Will it be one year, or two, or thirty, in which case the...

2 December 2018: Quantum Superposition II

It is Sunday and I am still Schrodinger's cat although, in truth, we all are. We are all Schrodinger's cat, in boxes largely of our making with observations and outcomes largely dependent upon our actions and the choices we make, and the consequences of those actions...

4 December 2018: The end?

I'll be leaving Schrodinger's box for the time being as my pulmonologist from the Mayo Clinic called with my pleural biopsy result. Nonspecific inflammation, by his verbal report. There was no mention of a predominance of fibrosis, which would have been more...

This blog is a journal of thoughts on dying, more than once. The progression of thought is chronological the first time. These posts start 4 November 2018.

The posts subsequent to the thread of Nov. 2018 through Jan 2019 are exclusive to that experience.

WordPress does not allow the option of ordering the posts from oldest to newest; therefore, I’ve ordered the posts manually, which is why the date in the title (accurate) does not match the technical date of the post.

I am six years removed from dying more immediately; however, the process has been once again accelerated with a diagnosis of CLL, but, that’s not so bad, until it is I suppose.

The purpose is to perhaps increase one’s appreciation for each day, in effect, to experience what I am myself; but, without dying.

This is private, anonymous. I have shared the url with a few close friends and family, all other visitors are accidental, or possibly referred.

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