Standing at Death's door
On the 18th of January, 2019, I had reason to consider my mortality again after a short walk to my doctor's surgery.
I suffer from various genetic flaws, one is a heart condition that could kill me at any moment, it is the same condition that kills apparently healthy athletes for no reason; I need to sleep on my left side to enable me to breathe when I sleep.
Many years ago, I contracted Pleurisy and this means my throat is not as open as it should be and breathing is hard at the best of times.
Since the events mentioned in my book - Death of a News Hound - I have lived the presence of death on my shoulder.
The latest bad news is I have a lesion on my kidneys.
I realise that many people shun talking about Death as they consider it tempting fate, but I have lived with the threat of an untimely demise for most of my life, even if I didn't know until 20 years ago.
I cannot say what goes through your mind when you stand at the door, all I can tell you is what went through my mind. My thoughts were not of grand plans that I would miss, but of the smaller things we take for granted like the sound of rain, seeing leaves move in the wind, and most of all missing my grandson though even at the age of five, he had known me longer than I knew my grandmother.
A thought that people rarely consider is what would you do if the doctor asked you to sign the DNR form?
In my present condition I would sign the form, for when the Lord calls me I will say Yes.
The way I see things, I had a good battle with my genetics and I knew I would lose the war one day, so If the Lord thinks my time is up I won't deny HIM; if I thought I had something to contribute I would consider not signing the form.