Sunday, April 03, 2022

Drum Drum Drum


 

6, 2, and 3 describe my Wordle scores for the last three days. I’m particularly proud of the 2 because I started with GRIPE and the word was TROPE.


I’m wandering around the house looking and gathering and planning. What do I sell, what do I give to friends, what do I donate, and what do I just trash? I sold a couple of books and tablet weaving cards on Marketplace and even though I said local only, I ended up mailing anyway. If I want to continue to mail things off, I need to acquire some boxes. I’m feeling scattered and somewhat lost, but doing this “Death Cleaning” makes me feel better. And it all comes down to not leaving too much for Sweetie and sister-in-law, (whom I should start calling School Marm), do manage. I want to take care of whatever I can before I die. I’m doing research and have filled out a Power of Attorney for Health Care Directive, and looked at simple wills. 


It was hard to type that, “before I die.” While all the time, my brain is saying to me, “you’re going to die soon”. It’s all I can think about. Well, no, I am thinking about other things but the drumbeat in the background is “you’re going to die soon.” 


The cancer is metastatic. I imagine I can feel the damage being done to my innards, or maybe I do feel it. I don’t know.

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