I might have thought, that with changes of sight there might be changes in everything. But it is surprising how much continuity there is in my life. Looking at it from the outside, you might suppose there are caesurae separating then from now, before from after. That there is a pre-catastrophe and a post-catastrophe life. For a while I thought there might be, because everything I had to learn was so strange, so different. That influenced how I regarded my life, for a while, and then the joy of it flowed back in and started healing me. I don’t know how, I just know that it happened. Yes, I threw myself at my life, wringing every drop from it. Time was a consideration and now it isn’t, not in the same way. Next week will bring more decisions: I had already taken the decision to do just what is necessary to maintain reasonable quality of life. With the decision not to strive for an unreasonable extension of my lifespan, came the letting go and also healing of the scars of treatment. My brush with death earlier this year was very instructive in that respect, and I hope I’ve taken this lesson to heart. So now I do the things that come to hand and with that unutterable joy wells up. A spring of living water.
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