I have forty minutes to live. When I say live, I meant leave, to drink my coffee, and I dog willing, to write. The peripatetic pacing pup is back on her beat, back to her old tricks. Generally speaking, up to no good. What would happen if she actually stopped pacing? Would the world as we know it simply cease?
Thanks for sharing this Dennis. I have many friends who have various types of cancers and I think it is so helpful and hopeful too...XO