One of my readers asked me to write about living with terminal illness.
Since, I haven’t faced the shock of a terminal diagnosis myself, punishing rounds of treatment to forestall an ultimately incurable illness, or the emotional turbulence that insists upon coming along with a final prognosis, I wondered what I could write that wouldn’t seem intellectual, impersonal or trite.
At the same time, I think about impermanence often. I’ve studied the Buddhist teachings on death and dying. I’ve had moments I thought might be my last. And I spent a year wavering around 84 pounds, not sure whether my weight would go up or down.
So perhaps something I share today may provide comfort, bring insight, or help you release attachment to this life, whether you are facing terminal illness or not. Because learning to let go is crucial to finding a deep abiding peace whatever your stage of life.