Not that I’ve become morbid lately — I feel lucky that I got a potential problem taken care of before it became a crisis — but this story by Mike Celizic is inspiring and terrifying at the same time. He’s a journalist who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, knows his life expectancy is now measured in weeks, and has gone public with a cancer journal to describe his last days. It’s brave stuff, and the kind of courageous end we should all aspire to.
Note, of course, that the Christian cowards have infested the comments with come-to-Jesus declarations. Let’s be better than that: a person should be able to face his end in his own way, without mobs of evangelizers trying to push fear and unwarranted promises and irrelevant philosophies on the fellow.