Death's homework
I looked death in the face. All right, I didn't. I glimpsed him in a crowd. I've been diagnosed with cancer, of a very treatable kind. I'm told I have a 95% chance of survival. Come to think of it, as a drinking, smoking, saturated-fat hound, my chance of survival has been improved by cancer.
I still cursed God, as we all do when we get bad news and pain. Not even the most faith-impaired among us shouts: "Damn quantum mechanics!", "damn organic chemistry!", or "damn chaos and coincidence!"
I believe in God. God created the world. Obviously pain had to be included in God's plan.… Seguir leyendo »