You should be aware that the very first thing I said to my neurologist after he pronounced my doom was, “This may sound about as important as a fart in a hurricane, but... can I get a handicapped placard?“

Gallows humor? I has it.

Making fun of the unspeakable is, for me, a defense mechanism. It’s the way I cope with the inevitable feelings of sadness and fear that come with my condition. I’m not sure whether other people appreciate it, but it comes with the territory.

And you’ve got to have a sense of humor to deal with some of the bizarre synchronicities this universe throws at you.

F’rinstance: The very same day we got the Bad News, I found a message on my phone from the local cemetery, where my wife and I have a little bit of real estate. “Give us a call when you can, nothing urgent.“

Timing is everything.

Indeed, it was nothing urgent – just a request to set up a meeting to discuss their conversion from paper to digital record-keeping. But the timing was exquisite, amIright?


  1. It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” ~spoken by Augustus McCrae

  2. So cosmic a happenstance. Perhaps a test of will from the universe. Your brilliant mind will find the answer. Meanwhile I'm grateful to be included in the updates. Wishing you beat the odds.


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