Your reply touched me deeply. Where to start with mine?

Six years ago my Doctor diagnosed me with having cancer. Studying existentialist pholosophy in my youth, or taking Stephen Lavine's meditations on impermanence to the cushion, had been a great prep; but there was nothing like looking the Grimm Reaper square in the eyes to test those philosophies and teachings.

When my Surgeon suggested a procedure, it received my approval, yet it was made clear to him that regardless of it being siccessful ot not that the outcome would be excepted. A feeling of exceptence enveloped me like never before in my life. That feeling, to life in general, has continued like feelings from a powerful dream will do.

Now six years later, it's obviously been a success. Last year they asked me to stop taking up their time with my six month check ups. They called me a "survivor", yet Stephen Levine had taught me that it was but a reprieve. Even Jim Morrison had warned me, in my distant youth, that nobody gets out alive.

Perhaps it may not be cancer which will pull me under, but as assuredly as lightning, something will. The Existentialist in me cannot judge you for buying a rope, yet it would sadden me greatly to think of your last moments kicking in regret, even if only driven by the bassest depth of the primal mind fighting for existence.

If there is some way to help ease this difficult time, please let me know via my novacadian gmail account. Getting the room temp up to 20C may go a long way to ease the pain of the loss of your, dear, feline companion.

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