I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening Ihad a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope downmy throat, through my stomach into my intestines, puta needle into my pancreas and got a few cells fromthe tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there,told me that when they viewed the cells under amicroscope the doctors started crying because itturned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancerthat is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and,thankfully, I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few moredecades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than whendeath was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die.Even people who want togo to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No onehas ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single bestinvention of Life. It's Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right nowthe new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and becleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma—whichis living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown outyour own inner voice.