Still Not Dead

Today I finally saw an oncologist weeks after having my latest scan and he said that there were no problems to report. Next scan is likely to be another year or so away, though I will continue to have physical check-ups every three months. It helps if you are not ticklish for these!

I've now been clear for over two years and I no longer regularly think of myself as a cancer patient (even when I was very ill I tried to not let this become the primary description of who I was). For life and ongoing good health, I remain very thankful. Indeed, Jessica and I still begin each day (more or less) with the call and response from Psalm 118.24: This is the day that the LORD has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it/him! Sometimes it is said a little grumpily or with a yawn, but the repetition is good for our hearts.

Even though I have been feeling much better (or perhaps, have been taking my good health for granted again), I have recently been thinking some more about what it means to die well. Here are some thoughts on the common phrase "dying with dignity".
This picture was obviously from a couple of months ago, since the temperature for the last few weeks has sat around a balmy 10-14ºC.