Yesterday, as I sat here watching the sun rise I was thinking about the past year. I have gotten older, but, still, I feel younger than I should. I have lost a few friends, gained a few friends, and still have more to meet.
My life, like everyone’s, has been full of ups and downs. But I consider myself very fortunate. I’ve had more ups than downs, and the downs haven’t been all that down. I’m looking forward to the years to come. Continue reading
I don’t take too many photos of myself, but this morning I made an exception. I thought I’d take a self-photo and then update my online profile. That’s not going to happen. I took one look at the picture that was stored on my phone and scared the hell out of myself. Staring back at me was some guy going bald, and much older than I am. Take a look at it. Wouldn’t that frighten the dickens out of you? Continue reading
When confronted with a terminal disease a person goes through a serious of stages. Those stages are denial, anger, fear, hope, and acceptance. Combined, these stages are known as the Kubler-Ross model (you had to have known that it had a fancy name). It’s a progression of emotional states a person goes through when they are faced with the fact they have an illness from which there is no recovery. Or, for that matter, when they’re faced with any travesty in their life.
I believe that the psychiatrists, and the other professionals in the medical and psychiatric fields, are wrong. There are but two stages: denial and confrontation. I’m going to call it the Manup-Liveon Model. Don’t laugh. Hear me out. I may not be as learned as all those folks with fancy letters behind their names, but I do know what I’ve witnessed through life, learned through life, and now what I am going through in life. Continue reading