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In this difficult passage, and in these particularly tough weeks, I've found my miracle. I really had it all along.
It's this - I want to live, and I am living.
Fully, and the best way I can.
The miracle comes with the somewhat surprising understanding that I'm OK with this, with the process of being terminally ill.
There are many things I won't get to do, sure. But life's like that anyway.
I expected to resent this, knowing that I would one day face the situation squarely. Hey, I can do denial with the best of 'em!
But the thing is, life really isn't about plans and dreams. Life isn't about tomorrow. It's about now, because now is all we ever have.
There is a clarity here, and each moment has become precious. When I kiss barbara goodbye in the morning, I do it with more care - it's no longer a perfunctory see-you-later peck. Nor is it a passionate let's have-sex-tonight smootch.
It's far more than the former, and far more than the latter. It's this -
I appreciate you, and I love you, and I will look forward to seeing you tonight, when you return.
Barbara isn't used to it yet. I still get some pretty puzzled looks.
When I have a cigar, enjoyed with a good book, to hasten the absorption of pain meds, I enjoy every puff. Whether it's a cheap one, or a premium...I don't have to pretend to myself that "well, it's medicine"...I like the taste.
I like Barbara better than cheap cigars, yer. Now when compared to good ones, well...
I can look at the dogs and really see them, really spend time with them. I'm not looking past their eyes to my writing, or my career (when I had one), or to the aeroplane parts I can now rarely touch.
I am there for them, in the moment.
Abd so it can be, dear caregiver, for you. There will come a moment, I hope, when you know that it's not about the battle, not about the things that will only get worse, and not about what -will-I-do-when-it's-over?
It's about taking every moment youhave together as a gift, and taking every moment you have, yourself, the same way.
Dreams are nice, and plans are necessary; I still have them. But whatever happens, it's OK, because it isn;t the goal that's important.
It's the path, and the person with whom we've chosen to share it.
Your miracle walks with you everyday, and it's constantly renewed. You haven't missed it.
You just have to take it into your hands, and your heart.