Mike Celizic puts it bluntly:
I’m dying.
The lymphoma we’d thought we’d beaten into remission back in May came roaring back last month. We threw some really nasty chemo at it. The cancer ate it up and came back for more.
And so I’m going to die, and not in four or five months. I’ve got probably a couple of halfway decent weeks left. Then the lymphoma will take over my bloodstream and kill me.
Two things strike me about this story, aside from the obvious admiration and respect garnered by this man's approach to death. One is the disgusting nature of those Christians who pounce on every opportunity to prop up their superstition, almost as though they can't face their own doubt and fear.
Another is the invigorating honesty of the nonbelievers who come to the dying man's defense, and the real, beautiful morality they possess. It's that sense of the moment and all it offers that makes the naturalistic outlook so appealing to me.
Thank you for the reminder, Mike.