There is no avoiding it. Meandering around in our daily lives our mortality pops up once in a while. You read a sad story. You hear about a tragedy, and you are thankful for a moment that it is not you, and you move on.
Then one day, it becomes your reality.
After I was diagnosed, Doug and I were grocery shopping and in walked a group of kids dressed in costume. I rounded the corner, and there standing in front of me was the Grim Reaper.
For a moment, in the cereal aisle, it was just me and the Reaper. I am not sure who flinched first, all I know is we both turned tail and got out of there as quickly as possible.
I have often wondered what the kid, who so smugly thought dressing as the symbol of death was a good idea, thought when he saw the bald chick.
Was I an omen to him?
Did I scare him away?
I hope so.
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