Don’t you just hate it when you hear your doctor say the words, you are dying. At least I know I did. That was about 2 1/2 years ago. I can kind of joke about it before, but not until lately. I guess reality has set in and I have come to acceptance. Coming to acceptance definately doesn’t mean I like the idea or am just going to give in to the grim reaper when he comes calling. But,I am not afraid to die, I guess I am afraid of the process and for my loveone's....The possible pain and suffering at the end. I have a very strong belief in God and the after life, so that isn’t scareing me. At least, in my mind at this point it doesn’t scare me, as in my mind the end is still years away, the doctors though don’t seem to share my time line.
I realize I am not alone in this, that there are hundreds of thousand of others out there in my same situation. I am hoping that by sharing my voyage maybe I can help someone along with me. Help them to realize there really is not reason to be afraid. This will not be the end. I am not a religious person as such. But I Consider myself to be very spiritual. I have my own very strong belief system.
Also, I have realized that by this time next week I could be nothing more than a memory. I am not famous, have made not outstand contribution to the world as I haven’t invented anything or won the Nobel Piece prize. I am just an ordinary girl. But I was here, did I make a difference? I don’t know. If I did I don’t know how, other than a good daughter to my mom & dad. I have worked hard all my life, been a decent person but will still disappear into oblivion on death.
Maybe, just maybe by sharing my voyage, I can help someone dealing with the same.
I hope to remain positive along the way but my days to vary and at time may seem down, but I will do the best I can. I am not sure if any one is interested but I will have done my part by telling my story.






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