For the first few weeks, the chemo appeared to be working…
… until it didn’t.
PSA rising again—alarmingly so.
Devastating to say the least.
And so Taxotere infusion #7 never happened.
That was January 11, 2022.
It is what it is, I thought.
And asked: What trials does a human being have to endure to prove themselves worthy of being alive?
But no matter. Because I was absolutely convinced this was the beginning of the end. I notified my family of the news and double-checked that I had my affairs in order.
Little did I know at the time that there was a third line of defense.
I’ve convinced myself that this is in my future. I’m happy for the miraculous turn around. I’m not sure I’d be able to deal with putting my affairs in order.
Thanks for celebrating with me, Jeff.
Getting one’s affairs in order is quite the heavy and illuminating process. Once I finish this thread, I plan to share my experience with the whole process: living wills, power of attorney, final wishes, digital legacy, and so much more. Stay tuned.
Digital legacy is of particular interest.
Thanks for expressing your particular interest, Jeff.
Naturally, our digital lives include the writing we both continue to invest so much in… so much so that they’re like our children.
That said, I’ve come to think of my digital life and legacy as falling into two broad categories: private/personal and public.
And so, I’ve decided to proceed as follows:
1. I will curate the private/personal stuff (photographs, letters, music, etc) and distribute each to loved ones accordingly.
2. For the public stuff (in my case, this and my other websites), I have already contracted with a fiduciary and set aside X dollars from my estate to hire a webmaster to maintain my websites (domain registration and web hosting) as long as the money lasts. (Alas, I contacted WordPress and they advised me that there is no way to pay for domain registration and web hosting many years out. I just hope that some of my posts survive long enough to mean something to someone for at least a little while after I’m gone.