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Body Craig, on it’s on, is holding up the fight. Thanks for the prayers. Again, I have such limited energy I just can’t take visitors or phone calls. It just drains me. I’m still dead tired, but with the in house hospice I’ve been able to control the pain.
Ya’ll know, at this point, I don’t want to go to the hospital. I don’t want any kind of life support, whatever.. And, you would not believe,
how at peace with that I am.
Ha, ha, ha, ha the cancer better be ready. Ha, ha, ha. I’ve decided to be cremated. That cancer is not going to win. I’m going to burn it at the end. Hank, what is that cremation temperature? 2,000 degrees. Ha, ha, ha.
Sometimes when I’m just laying there, I feel so close to nature. Really, and there is a real peace to it.
Sometimes, I panicked at night, thinking this is it. I don’t want to close my eyes, alone. I don’t want to talk, but I want someone in the room. Some nights I get all emotional and call my oldest friends. I tell them that I’m not having a funeral; I’m having a celebration of life. You know, crying while I’m talking with them and asking them to be part of the celebration. Well, then I wake up the next morning. Have a spurt of energy. Go out to sell some property. Now, I call them back, like a groom would call his future in-laws and say, “I still love your daughter, but the dates have changed”. Damn, your emotions can swing.
I believe in miracles.
I believe in love.
I believe in being prepared
Prayers Warriors, with what I see happening to
“Let the birds sing, without deciphering the song.” Emerson
Chasing the
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