5 Stages I Went Through After A Terminal Diagnosis
1. Acceptance. Adversity Over Acquiescence.
And as the years roll on I'm okay with my lot. Many fine folk have it better in terms of health and wealth and yet it's important to remember many more have it much worse. I don't cling to that notion, I celebrate it.
I do have it good, regardless of how bad I have it. Right now I'm enjoying a boiling cup of Java Justice in the shape of fine French Pressed coffee whilst admiring the scenic hills of Wales as I type this. How bad can it really be?
My eyes have been opened thanks to my finite time and one cancer dividend that paid off is extreme weight loss, one of the few benefits of such sickness. This allows me to easily fit into airline seats without buying a ticket for two and hey, it's something!
Therefore I explored the world; I just visited Australia for six months, I've been all around America and Europe and have even gone back to my home town in Cymru after a thirty five year absence. I have won and as lame as it may be the prize is that I can see things for the wonder they truly are. I don't posses much these days but I do own a lifetime of memories and have forged amazing friendships along the way...
Thus here I am nearly four years later. I've jogged passed the estimated time I was given by the medical elite and am feeling stronger than ever. I danced over denial, antagonized the anger, bee-bopped through the bargaining, dared depression to take me and have finally accepted my fate.
I *AM* going to die. But not today.