In 1988 I contracted a dreadful disease — a rapidly advancing case of diffuse progressive systemic sclerosis; it is known to be both incurable and fatal. It also turns your body — painfully and slowly — into scar tissue, inside and out, organs and all.
About a year into it, crippled from it, just wanting to die as soon as possible, please, I was given 6 months to live. Death couldn’t catch me soon enough… and then, for no reason anyone but me would put any stock in, I woke up one morning with a changed mind. I joined a group for people in chronic pain and shared the meditation practices I was using to keep myself sane and one thing led to another… and here I am, actually healthier than most folks my age.
You just don’t know… making the best of what you’re dealing with always seems like the answer to a more comfortable life… a life that lasts just as long as it does, however long that may be.
