It was two years ago on December 16 when a doctor told me to get my affairs in order. He said I had one to three years left to live with three years being unlikely. Knowing or believing that I was dying and that death would be relatively soon may have been the greatest lesson of my life. As it turns out, that doctor was wrong. Since then, I've notice that some of us look for things to worry about. Many of those worries are for things that never happen.
Even with a diagnosis of death by an experienced doctor, my worrying was for nothing. He gave his prognosis with certainty and conviction, yet he was wrong. I heard someone say that worrying is suffering twice. If it's just suffering once, there wasn't anything to worry about.
For the past two years, I've been told about dozens of possible health risks, many of them extremely serious, some of them fatal. I weigh the options and make a decision to take a drug or treatment but I no longer worry. It just isn't worth it.
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