It seems to me that everyone is born with a terminal condition. As children we learn that death is a part of this package deal we call life; birth, growth and maturation, decline and the final punch on the ticket, death.

I often wonder why I have lived my life, and continue to do the same, as if I will never die. Perhaps it is because I do not know death. All I know is that I have always had time, time to do the next thing.

I have been thinking about this lately. What if I was diagnosed with a terminal disease, would I do anything different than the usual? This is when I started thinking about that terminal condition I was born into. Death has always been at my side; always. Hello friend.