Sorry about the commercial at the very end. At least it's at the very end.
This song came into my mind this morning. Don't know why... Has nothing to do with...
Listening to the U.N. and other broadcasts regarding the horrific situation in Turkey and Syria because of the twin earthquakes that hit that area. A lot of people who anticipated getting up in the morning and starting with a cup of tea have left their bodies. Over time I've begun to think that maybe the Buddhists are right and we all come into this life with a certain number of breaths.
A friend of sorts, someone I met about five years ago, who was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer then, and refused radiation and chemo, and kept smoking (though exposure to smoke while working in a ship engine for a decade is more likely the cause), is still walking around.
Each time I see him I think that a person could not be more skinny, more without fat or muscle, and be alive.
More than once I felt that he had to be in his last days.
He eats a lot but is past the point where he can get back the fat and muscle.
So concerned that he not be alone when he dies.
Yet, he does not want me to be involved.
Sent along a crochet blanket a year or so ago.
Last heard that a man friend of his is checking in on him daily and also providing food and water.
C Christine Trzyna
