I Should Be Dead

I SHOULD BE DEAD – BUT HERE’S WHY I’M NOT

I should have died in 2009! And I probably would have if I’d listened to the neurologist at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Boston. If we had taken his words to heart, taken them as fact rather than an educated guess, I’d be dead! If I had let his words, “I’d say you have 18 – 24 months to live,” soak into my brain like a toxic chemical spill on pristine marshland, I’d be dead! But, in the parking lot outside the hospital on that cold December day, my wife, Linda, and I made a pact that we wouldn’t let the words of any man, regardless of his scholarly pedigree, dictate the rest of our lives. Continue reading