Death is the easy part. Dying is the challenge.
When we are young, we want to be older.
We want to get our driver’s license, date boys, or girls, have a career, maybe marry, have children, travel…be OLDER so we can do all these things. I will turn 75 in March. So for some crazy reason, I find myself thinking about age far too much. Maybe it’s because I can’t believe it’s happening to me, or the numbers don’t make sense with my attitude towards life. I think I’m going backward. Maybe — 57?
In 2008 I was given six months to live! The specialist told me I had incurable heart disease — and by the way, if I were going to die from something, it made sense it would be my heart! I’d been in and out of more relationships than I can remember. Eventually, that heart is bound to give out. I published the story of what I did to heal from incurable. It was my first memoir, LOVE the Beat Goes On.
I was not afraid of death at all. I just felt if I died then, I’d miss so many incredible years — and they have been exciting.
So I did many unorthodox treatments and worked with a Shaman. It wasn’t my time to go. I’ve been living on borrowed time, I suppose, for the past thirteen years!
