I have been spending a lot of time at the hospital lately.Driving out of the hospital parking garage every day makes a person very much aware of how happy a thing it is to be healthy. And to be free to drive around with the car windows open. And to feel the sun on your face.
But these are guilty pleasures. Purchased with the sorry currency of someone else's misfortune. And of the lucky suffering that leads to health. I thought of those last two sentences tonight as I was the one driving home. I liked them so I share them with you. I am not particularly proud of them. But they are true all the same.
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No kidding. Each time I get released from my checkups at Massey Cancer, I have a moment of relief, several of survivor's guilt, and then a euphoria. Especially if I can open the sun roof and look forward to a lazy luncheon.
Here is hoping you spend much less time there and you and your's have no reason to be there...
Thinking of you and the Irish redhead...
Hope things are better for you and your wonderful lady.
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