Death has a funny property: it makes time go backwards, starting with the future.
“I have stage four cancer”
The time in front of me shrank immediately, as if the infinite well I was blankly staring into had shrunk to 3 feet and, all of a sudden, I had to make the most of what was left. It didn’t just make the time in front of me appear precious, it made the preciousness of all time apparent.
With my mother: the meals during which I’d absent-mindedly stared at my phone. The weekends I didn’t come back home. The weekends I…
I’ve learned more about living and dying over the last year than in any other. Why? My mom, my only living family member on this continent, is dying. In March of 2019 she was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. And at 73 years of age, this isn’t one you “fight” as much as draw out.
She found out because she developed difficulty eating — the cancer had so thoroughly spread that it was starting to block her ability to take down food.
I didn’t find out for weeks because, in the way a tough single mother who built a…
My mother was diagnosed with stage four cancer at the beginning of 2019. She’s lived at least 1.5 years at the time of this writing. Here are some of the most important practical lessons I’ve learned from the experience.
Recommendations for the Sick and their Caretakers
1. You have to project manage your own health program. The American healthcare system is a monolith and a labyrinth. Even if you have the resources to afford and wherewithal to access world class treatment, it’s entirely on you to figure out what to do next and who needs to do it. You can’t…
Hope meets knowledge. Both prevail.