That’s it, let’s go Duane. Take it one step at a time but make every step count.
I’ve beaten prostate cancer and now I’m decoding incurable severe heart disease and I’m in charge. @&&):((( the world.
I’ve recently published a book on Substack you might find it helpful. It’s titled ‘The Trinity of You, Decode your diagnosis by aligning mind, body and soul.
To give you an idea of my perspective I’ve renamed us from ‘patients’ to ‘Titans’.
My brother died of Stage 4 Colon Cancer on February 6 of this year, at 4:12 a.m. His wife and I were by his side.
All I think about now is how much I want to walk around that corner in the dark, and emerge on the deck of our old place in the Catskills, to find the deck covered -- covered -- with every pet we ever had and wild animal we positively interacted with, from Nomad the Cat (aka Harry A. Smith) to the toads we saved back in 1976 to Stubby the Squirrel, who lived on my block (he had no tail, but could do all the squirrel stuff).
And sitting at the picnic table on the deck, is my brother, restored to perfect health, quietly working on a plastic warship model. He looks up, sees me, and says, "Glad you could make it."
He hands me a model of my own to build, along with paint, glue, thinner, tweezers, and instructions. The weather is perfect -- sunny, mid-70s, no wind, just the sound of a breeze rustling the trees and birds chirping.
He starts telling me what this "next world" is like, and I realize that all my pain -- and his -- is over for all-time and forever.
Met death as a teen, it's not too bad but living is where it's at.
If it might be my time I want to go stealing home plate sliding in head first,
If I'm called out then it was an F of a ride,
If I'm called safe then it's what more chaos will ensue in my wake.
Good luck with your fight
That’s it, let’s go Duane. Take it one step at a time but make every step count.
I’ve beaten prostate cancer and now I’m decoding incurable severe heart disease and I’m in charge. @&&):((( the world.
I’ve recently published a book on Substack you might find it helpful. It’s titled ‘The Trinity of You, Decode your diagnosis by aligning mind, body and soul.
To give you an idea of my perspective I’ve renamed us from ‘patients’ to ‘Titans’.
You’ve got this buddy.
https://paulcobbin.com/p/the-trinity-of-you-is-out-now
Thank you sir, and congrats on changing your outcome, I love it. I checked out your site and will read more soon, nice to meet you brother!
You've got shit to do. Hugs 🌻
Thank you so much, hugs are very healthy 🙏🤗
I am with you.
🙏 thank you!
There is this trashy fucking panda who has your back🦝😘
My brother died of Stage 4 Colon Cancer on February 6 of this year, at 4:12 a.m. His wife and I were by his side.
All I think about now is how much I want to walk around that corner in the dark, and emerge on the deck of our old place in the Catskills, to find the deck covered -- covered -- with every pet we ever had and wild animal we positively interacted with, from Nomad the Cat (aka Harry A. Smith) to the toads we saved back in 1976 to Stubby the Squirrel, who lived on my block (he had no tail, but could do all the squirrel stuff).
And sitting at the picnic table on the deck, is my brother, restored to perfect health, quietly working on a plastic warship model. He looks up, sees me, and says, "Glad you could make it."
He hands me a model of my own to build, along with paint, glue, thinner, tweezers, and instructions. The weather is perfect -- sunny, mid-70s, no wind, just the sound of a breeze rustling the trees and birds chirping.
He starts telling me what this "next world" is like, and I realize that all my pain -- and his -- is over for all-time and forever.
I am so sorry about your brother, and appreciate you sharing those beautiful words my friend.
I posted my eulogy for him on Substack. Here it is:
https://kiwiwriter47.substack.com/p/my-eulogy-for-my-brother