Hahahahahah! Approaching tx? Wait til you're a few weeks into it!

Waterspider (also a writer)

p.s. What type of writing do you do?

I am not a "Writer" but I have been pondering such things for
decades.

Life, puzzles me, I wonder if I am in fact a virus on the planet
earth.
Is there a reason for life outside of the actual perpetuation of life
itself ? Like a virus, I ( Although I never had any children ) and my
fellow human beings replicate and multiply.Is it good ? Is it evil ?
What defines good and evil ? What human beings define as good and evil
seems to directly correlate with pain and pleasure. Who frickin'
knows.

Relationship, I have one with a wonderful woman who is loving,
compassionate
and understanding of what I am going through ( 4 months tx as of this
coming Friday ) and consider myself extremely forunate.

Past Successes/Failures, are actually, at least I think, are based on
perception which applies to just about everything even more in this
case in that whether or not you succeeded or failed regarding anything
depends on how you an others look at it and the intent behind your
actions and the effect it had on other people's lives.

The largest rock I turned over was facing my own mortality. Sure, we
all talk about death but there is a certain taboo about it. When I
found out I had Hep C and there is a 50/50 ( I am being optimistic )
shot at eradicating the beast and living a normal life I came face to
face with my mortality and it was a definate turning point in my life.
I was a heavy drinker and I had to choose then and there what path I
was going to take. I personally knew people that chose to continue
drinking and died from a combination of the virus and alcohol. I
decided to take the more painful and difficult road to recovery as
opposed to "copping out" like they did. Hope, at least for me right
now is the most beutiful word in the English language. It is all I
have that keeps me pushing through this, day in and day out. At the
same time, coming to grips, I mean TRULY coming to grips with your own
death is a wonderful thing in that every day is as precious as the
next. Everything seems to take on a new light.
Certain buddhist monks meditate in graveyards and crematoriums just
for this reason.

I could go on and on but sorry/glad you are here and let's turn over
some stones, break down some doors and kill the f_ckin' dragon.