My recent health scare almost turned my life upside down.  In fact, I think I'm losing my hair over it, being stressed and all. If only people knew...but I'm not ready to talk about it. Until the real happy answer is written in stone.

Well, anyway, life goes on after that brush with surgery.  For some, it means evading Electrode Agram or those Medical Corkscrew Electrodes, hospital food, doctor's appointments, the smell of disinfectant, beeping of machines, tubes, monitors, some Subdermal corkscrew needle electrodes, operating room lights so bright you'd think you've gone to heaven, people behind masks, yadada yadada...For me, it meant escaping the throes of painful diagnostic tests and dizzying "what ifs".

The thing is, for a while I thought I was going to walk with a little expiry date sticker stamped on my behind. But it seems like God is just throwing me a huge hypothetical question that sends my thoughts careening wildly off the axis, and only to zero in on what is essential:

It's not time yet but if it was, how am I living my life? And how do I intend to spend my days to make it all worth it?