|Terry Fox, Thunder Bay, Canada|
In the true sense of the phrase, I declare that most people who are dying do not try to live as though they are dying. They just live. The man who's given two weeks after a medical diagnosis cannot truly live as if he's dying. The thought of dying probably makes him dead even as he laughs. He has no control over his fate.
|Myrtle Beach, South Carolina|
|Dunn's River, St Ann, Jamaica|
I now see some of those things she did as masquerades over feelings. Masks. The masking of blank stares and sadness that her slow death did not reveal until the the cancer loomed over her like a hawk over carcass. Under the masks were fears and tears and pain and sadness, feelings too sad to express.
When my radio coach found out he would not get a lung transplant to save his life, he gave up living. His soul died, I think. I observed him. Happiness walked out his door. He lived for each moment he got. When my sister's cancer returned like a tsunami, I saw unspeakable sorrow in her eyes as she waited to die. When the doctor gave my mother three months, I saw life pulled from her. She died before she was pronounced dead.
|Washington, District of Columbia|
Please tell me I'm wrong, that I'm taking a simple approach about a complicated matter, tell me that what I'm saying--does not make sense. Enlighten me. Please.
Here's an article about dying: The Waiting
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