My dog will eat my face

Well, I finally got what I've been asking my hospice team for, for many years. Blood work. I didn't get all of the results that I wanted, but what I did get is not unlike being pardoned for your planned execution by quartering, but rather being told you merely only have to endure abacination.

In this podcast I find myself struggling with anger, which has been tearing me down for years. I need to thwart this anger, and not turn to savagery.

I've learned one important thing in my life, and that is to say what you need to say to others when you can. It's not only good best practice, but an obligation we all have.

I dared to have a short conversation with someone who seems to cherish and love their drama and victimhood. How they responded surprised me.

I explore recent issues where I find myself lamenting the loss of my own identity. I question if I need to redefine myself, or has that not really changed?

I originally planned to not record any podcasts during the holidays, but had to squeeze one in after hearing perhaps the most naive and asinine theistic phrase for the entire previous year.

I'm normally quite "the Grinch" or "Scrooge" this time of year. But, even with physical problems, I seemed to find heaps of laughter and joy. It's not too hard to find. My secret; I'm too lazy to be sad or angry for more than a couple days.

I had a conversation with a hospice nurse I never met before, and she asked how could I be at peace with death. I couldn't give any abbreviated answer, but here is my subsequent attempt to do so.

I share three impactful moments in my life that are prime examples of ableism, a concept I long shunned because it sounded silly to me. But moreover, I resisted any labeling that may cast me as a "victim." Well, I was wrong. Very wrong.

In the episode published close to Thanksgiving, I share a different perspective that I have formulated over the years where having gratitude does not stop at the end of positive experiences.