John has incurable leukemia and about eight years ago he was given around two years to live. I can’t see that this fact has changed him, his personhood, habits, or actions much, if at all.
He’s been thinking he needs to check jobs off a list this week, having a bunch of them woven between various doctors appointments so when he announced yesterday, “It’s a goood thing I’m a procrastinator!”, I was cautiously curious.
“Why?'” I said.
He knew I’d ask; he paused before he said, “I’d be DEAD by now if I wasn’t!”
Life is good when John’s home!   nancymauerman.com