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Jay Lake
Date: 2013-12-07 08:26
Subject: [cancer] Being in the world
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Tags:cancer, death, health, omaha, personal, travel
Being here in Omaha, being in the world at all, keeps stirring my thoughts of mortality. My dreams these days are almost always about incompleteness, failure and error. Comically so sometimes, some nights a tragedy in six REM cycles. I feel like I am digging my own grave, slowly.

I am so very glad to be here, and so very sad to be here. Which in truth is how I feel about almost everything these days. Fortunately for me, it's my nature to enjoy myself most of the time. Even when the grim dusk of my own death casts shadows across all my words and deeds.

We all die. Most of us spend most of our lives assiduously ignoring that most basic fact of human existence. I keep trying to convince myself that my own enforced awareness of my ending is a gift.

On occasion I succeed.

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Debbie N.
User: wild_irises
Date: 2013-12-07 16:09 (UTC)
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I am reading The Fault in Our Stars , which you don't need to do. It makes me think of you, and the things you think and write about, constantly.
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User: deborahjross
Date: 2013-12-07 18:35 (UTC)
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My friend Bonnie used to say that we were all going to die someday, but she knew the license plate number of the Mac truck speeding her way. That did not stop her from going tango dancing, portable oxygen tank and all.
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User: frabjouslinz
Date: 2013-12-08 01:11 (UTC)
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Thinking of you.
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