While I definitely find thinking about my death frightening, thinking about my own mortality is something I have done regularly  all my life. In the song above (which I have been listening to on and off since my teens), the narrator of the song keeps running across his own tombstone. It has always struck me as a poem about how none of us escape mortality.

I’m not considering changing how I’m living my life just because I may possibly have cancer throughout my body. I’m living my life now the way I want to. Not much to change other than accommodating the way my body doesn’t work the way it used to.

I tell the story about how John Hartford found out he didn’t have long to live. His response was to practice harder. Mine may be to try to read faster or at least more, learn more Greek, and keep playing music.

Guide to Staging — Melanoma – SkinCancer.org

Sorry to be so morbid about this stuff, but this is a page I found helpful.

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NYTimes: Who Owns the Supreme Court?

I appreciate Greenspan.

Reigns of Terror in America | The New Yorker

“the bloody-mindedness of deranged and broken men can be countered only by principle and fortitude…}

I don’t remember if I shared this link or not. I think I put it up on Facebook. It’s written by Jill Lepore author of These Truths.