I opened an old notebook of Mike’s tonight as I was going through a box of his things. I’ve been meaning to read through the notebook for awhile and finally got to it tonight.
I found a short list,
”Foods to eat when I’m better:
1) Roast beef (my own)
2) Sushi
3) Mexican”
Then there was a page of Mike dealing with fear:
“Fear =
Face
Everything
And
Recover
Cancer can not stop me. With God on my side, I need not fear.
Fuck
Everything
An
Run
I will come out the other side stronger and wiser.”
And on the other side:
“Experience will build my spiritual strength and bring me closer to my Higher Power. Love is the key to growth. I am loved by many people who will gladly help in any way they can. My sobriety and serenity will increase as I struggle with myself and grow towards accepting help and support. Today I am not alone, and I need never be alone again.”
The rest of the notebook was a food diary, written last January and February as the doctors struggled to figure out what was making him sick. They did scans and other tests, but the cancer hadn’t come back in the form of tumors, so they couldn’t see it until they found fluid on his abdomen the end of February and there were cancer cells in it.
I wish he had kept more of a diary, but this is all I found about his feelings in all the things I have. It was the same thing he was telling people. He would live each day and relish its joys right up until the day he died.
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