I'm getting all sorts of good press (if you count Facebook likes and Twitter retweets as "press") for the way I'm seen to be handling my life-threatening illness. But there needs to be one good friend in everyone's life, and mine called it as he saw it. "Are you in f*ck'in denial?"
Maybe I am. Anyone can appear to be a hero before the going gets tough. We haven't hit the tough part yet with my little problem.
Some people are impressed that I still go to work everyday. I'm not. I look at things as if I wasn't one of the privileged, as if I lived in a time or place where there were no social safety nets, no savings, no benevolent bosses. In a different world I'd have no choice. In this world, in many ways I don't.
But there is the other side of the coin. If it happens that I expire before my best before date, then my wife and I will have missed out on the retirement years together. Is it fair that I don't try to capture at least some of what that might have looked like while I'm still in great shape?
I am putting my resume in at Walmart later today. I'm going to make a hell of a greeter.