Turning 49 today. I've got a funk I can't shake.

[True Dough]

11. F*ck cancer!

Do what you can to enjoy those 6-9 months. Hopefully your health holds up well enough that you can engage in things that bring you pleasure.

The reality is that none of us is guaranteed one more day, diagnosis or not. It's a shame that we cannot indulge in the activities that we'd prefer daily in this relatively short time we have on Earth. Instead, many of us are a slave to the grind, paying bills and banking money toward a retirement that we may never live to see.

So many unknowns. Your future is seemingly written on the wall, but many of us have know people with a prognosis of several months to live for years. Because my wife is Canadian, I heard this story in the news last week:

TORONTO - Alan John Park, a longtime member of the Royal Canadian Air Farce comedy troupe, has died.
Park died Thursday at the age of 60, eight years after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

https://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/royal-canadian-air-farce-alumnus-alan-john-park-dead-at-60-1.6150628

Whatever your fate, try to savor each day. Easier said than done sometimes, I know. But I wish you the best, TXPaganBanker. Take care.

For the record, I'm also 49. I turn 50 at the end of January, if I'm fortunate enough to wake up that day, and all the days in between.

And I hope there's a plan for your dad to bunk down somewhere else should the time come that that's a necessity.