Cancer and Practice

In May of this year, I was told that I have cancer in my tonsil. At that time, I fell down the well of the medical profession, with many doctor and testing appointments, taking notes, and trying to get a feel for what this meant. I felt fine, I just had a lump. My daughter said at the time that it was like being on the line for a roller-coaster, but it was behind a fence, and we couldn’t see how tall or steep it was. I believed that I was well prepared mentally and spiritually for whatever was to come. I had a good meditation practice, I had been clean and sober for more than three decades, and I had supportive friends and family. I also felt that I was as prepared for death as I was ever going to be…