When Hubby was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer—because he was relatively young and in good shape—they gave him two years. So what do you do when you’re told, “Maybe two years of life left”?
The truth is, no one knows how much time he/she has. Cancer or not. So maybe the question ought to be: “Given that none of us are going to live forever, how, then, should we live?”
Part of my intention to live fully is staying connected to the people in my life. I am part of four generations of Johnsons gathered around a Thanksgiving table in Boise. And these people want me here.
You don’t want to know how many pies we started with
(Whoever decided to make it an annual tradition to congregate with family and friends over turkey and pie and the giving of thanks — thank you!)