Days after my recent cancer surgery, I was home resting, too tired to join in on a family dinner. I heard my wife and children talking and laughing during the meal.
All of a sudden, I felt sorry for myself. It seemed like the sounds coming from the kitchen were the sounds of what it would be like, were I not there at all.
Cancer surgery makes you become much too entangled with thoughts of your own mortality. I had to wipe away a few tears.
Paradoxically, life is both finite and infinite. A lifetime ends, but life goes on.
All of a sudden, I felt sorry for myself. It seemed like the sounds coming from the kitchen were the sounds of what it would be like, were I not there at all.
Cancer surgery makes you become much too entangled with thoughts of your own mortality. I had to wipe away a few tears.
Paradoxically, life is both finite and infinite. A lifetime ends, but life goes on.
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