Perhaps there really aren’t that many absolute truths in the world.
Gravity seems to be a “truth” or inescapable reality. But even now we have “anti-gravity” rooms where you can experience zero gravity. I’m sure there are other “truths” or “laws” that exist in which we are proving that they are not absolutes.
Death, on the other hand, is one truth that none of us can escape.
You may philosophize and spin it to make your self believe that somehow, “I am not going to die”.
You may say, “My soul will live on forever.”
You may have had a near-death experience and lived to tell about it.
All that means is that you haven’t died, yet.
I saw a patient yesterday who was 75 years old, with end-stage lung cancer. That means that nothing we have in Western medicine, or Eastern medicine, or Northern medicine, or Southern medicine is going to prevent the inevitable.
I was consulted to see if there was something I could do surgically for her.
There wasn’t.
There is nothing worse than being a surgeon and not being able to do something that would keep her alive.
“So basically,” she said, “You’re telling me that I’m lying in my death-bed?”
How do you answer that one?
As a doctor, I know that this is her deathbed.
As a human, even I want to somehow believe that no, there is some miracle that will happen that will allow her to keep on living.
So, I say something like, “Well, we can sit you up in a chair.” How uncouth and uncomfortable I feel.
Her husband said, “Oh, I just knew something bad was going to happen today!” breaking down, wailing.
“How long have you been married?” I asked.
“56 years”, he said. “I’ll take another 5.”
Yet again, I am reminded that you and I cannot escape the inevitable. I do not know why it has to be this way. I only know that it is this way. I do my best to leave the “why” to God.
I guess the best question to ask our selves is “How am I going to live while I am alive?”
Will I say my truth whenever possible?
Will I go for it, whatever “it” may be?
Will I feel fear yet take action anyways?
I also deepened my sense of compassion for others yesterday. I have the great fortune of dealing with life and death on a daily basis. I have judged others constantly for letting their fears stop them, for not going for it in their lives, and for acting like they were going to live forever because I know that they won’t.
But I realized yesterday that most of us have so much to manage, so many challenges, and more that we can handle that we forget that we are, too, going to die someday.
So cry about that fact. Feel your sadness about this reality. It is only then that you will then feel joy for the fact that YOU ARE STILL ALIVE, until you are not.
What WILL you do, while you are?