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Jud and I chose cremation, partly because it was a quicker method of "dust to dust, ashes to ashes" but also because of the price of burial. I still found out the the cost of death in this country is…Continue
Please think of me tomorrow. I am reading a poem in front of all the medical staff Grand Rounds at Jud's hospital. It will be the first time I have been in the hospital since Jud died. I also remember when Jud did a beautiful rounds there with his doctor called, "The Doctor as Patient." I hope I can get through without crying and do a decent job to honor Jud. I am scared. I also hope I can sleep and my teeth don't hurt tomorrow!
The poem I will read is called, "The Summer Day" by Mary…Continue
Tomorrow is the first anniversary of Jud's death. It doesn't seem possible that a whole year had gone by. It has been the hardest year of my life. I have shed a lot of tears and felt like I have carried a huge lump of sadness in my chest on many days. I also feel that I have been so fortunate to have such a loving group of friends, daughter and son-in-law to be. Tomorrow night, one of our friends is having a little gathering to eat together and remember Jud. I spent the day finishing my…Continue
I found this in a file on my computer today, placed there by Jud. It was dated two months before he died. It gave me some insight into what he must be thinking. At this point in time, he had been through four clinical trials and the cancer had spread. He had just come home, knowing he was dying.
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our…
I was going through a group of poems that I have kept and this seemed to fit what we do for each other and ourselves here on the board...
Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of Hope—
not the prudent gates of Optimism,
which are somewhat narrower;
not the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense;
nor the strident gates of Self-Righteousness,
which creak on shrill and angry hinges
(people cannot hear us there;