I was reading Julie Hamilton’s account of her battle with Hodgkins today, and this tune came out. It sounded kind of dumb on the piano, so here it is on guitar(s). I guess I was feeling really lucky while reading Julie’s blog. Many of the things she talks about haven’t happened to me, at least not yet, or at least not as severely.
She finished her chemotherapy months ago, and it’s interesting to read her thoughts on post-chemo life. It doesn’t sound like her body has gone back to normal as quickly as she had hoped. Yet, I suppose she’s, nevertheless, getting more use out of her body in that condition than she would if it were six feet under.
Ooh, is that bad manners? Is it wrong to talk so flippantly about mortality like that? I guess I wish we all talked about it more often. We might not forget about it then, we might not be so terrified of it, and we might not be so shocked when it comes knocking. Nobody’s getting out alive, after all.
You’re right, that’s probably bad manners.