I intended to include the final paragraph of Tom Brokaw's book. It is worth a PS delivery. Here it is:
"I think about mortality in ways I did not before the diagnosis. It no longer seems a faint distant reality, in part because I've experienced the ruthless nature of cancer. Simultaneously, at age seventy-five, I've moved into the neighborhood of life where there are few long-term leases.
It is not enough to "rage, rage against the dying of the light." It is also a time to quietly savor the advantages of a lucky life and use them to fill every waking moment with emotional and intellectual pursuits worthy of the time we have left.
Life, what's left,
Bring it on.
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