3 years ago I fell deathly ill. 12 weeks of fighting and succeeding to live. 8 weeks of rehab.
  1. Putting one's mortality in check. I never realized that I would, could actually...gulp....die. We all live we all die...I've now clearly got the concept.
  2. Sorting out who's down for you and who will move on to the next event. Thank you to the crew that came to see me every chance they had. Smiling and hugging me even though I was an emtional, traeched, emaciated trainwreck.
  3. Never seeing your kids again. There I've said it. No fancy explanation needed.
  4. The power of positivity. Life and well death, or the idea it's chasing you down, are what you make of it. Take the high road.