Guess what? Life is terminal. Big deal.

Maybe we can make over our cancer, in our minds, into a different kind of terminal. The word also refers to a train or bus station, a place that's a jumping-off point for all sorts of wonderful adventures. I've found that, since getting diagnosed, I've traveled to all sorts of places I never imagined I'd go. Some of those places have been scary, some uncomfortable, others filled with all sorts of warm and compassionate people - but not a one of those places has been boring.

Let's think not of terminal cancer, but rather of the cancer terminal.

Carl