Originally Posted by Gashmore
Getting old is the scary part. The dying part doesn't bother me.
Two months ago I watched my dad die of cancer at age 86, and one month ago I watched my wife's dad die of cancer at age 85. Death was a merciful ending to their suffering. Right now, a heart attack looks like a pretty good way to go.
In medical school
, I was taught that death was the enemy.
When I practiced medicine, I discovered that suffering is the enemy, and that death is the final cure for suffering.
My ultimate enemy is not living my dreams.