Being told you only have "5 years to live" can be a very sobering experience. But sometimes those warnings by the doomsayers can prove to be lies! As a result, I've chosen to let no man, woman or doctor write MY epitaph. lmr
It is also a kind of victory; a Life-over-Death Day (yay Life!). You see, I was told by several doctors and the popular medical literature of the time that most people with my condition live roughly "five years after diagnosis."
That hurtful and deeply jarring news put so many things into perspective for me. I didn't want to DIE so soon, but if there was not anything I could do about my fate, then, at the very least, I could try my best to LIVE the rest of my allotted days with purpose, and just maybe if I applied myself, I could finally accomplish some important things, and scratch a few more off my bucket list. Those things included: working and whipping myself into better physical shape, to finish penning a semi-autobiographical and very ambitious book, to create more poetry, to be a better son, brother, friend, partner, and to never take another day lived above ground for granted.
Turning one's existence on earth into a meaningful experience can provide a valuable lesson, and one that it shouldn't take a life-threatening disease to learn. But the Blessing is that we learn (and should learn) as much as we can learn during our abbreviated time here.
I am still here... still breathing air!
Only God can truly know your future! Beeleedat!
You are stronger than you will ever know, or ever give yourself credit for being.
Don't let what others say about you become Your Truth!
Test yourself! Believe in yourself!