I’m living
“If you knew you only had a year to live, what would you do?” I asked someone that question today, because I’ve been asking myself the same thing since last night.
The question seems so rhetorical, but when something unexpected showed up during a “routine” medical exam late yesterday afternoon, it collided with my idea of reality. I thought I was safe. I thought I would live to be ancient. It never occurred to me that I may not have another 50 or so years.