Jul 06, 2013 - 1:32 pm
The last few days I've been feeling a little bad, lots of diarrhea, tired all the time, don't want to go to work, and so on. I was starting to think I'm entitled to a bad day or two sometimes. Since I finally complained to my doc about it, he says, "You think maybe it's because you've been on chemo for 4 1/2 years"? Like duh, Dan.
Today I thought about entitlement. The only thing tangible I'm entitled to is the Social Security I've been paying since I was 16 and now at 61 I may never see that. My wife won't get it when I'm dead. Now I'm just mad about SS. I read about and see a whole lot of people who are worse off than I am. I feel much better now. I'm entitled to what I make of myself and how I handle the situations I find myself in. I'll probably come to a point some day that it will be poor, poor pitiful me, but until then I want to live. I'll die when I get good and ready to. I have obligated myself to make this as easy on my wife as I possibly can. So that means suck it up, Dan and get back on a road that leads to NED.