Good and Worthwhile
I don’t feel my work is done, and I’m not ready to rest, but I am happy that Oliver Sacks is finding peace.
And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.
We’re enjoying a few days of Family Holidays before I enter the hospital for tests and my stem cell transplant. Time with the family rather than with medical staff feels a bit like Sabbath, a tradition I’ve always admired…