Yeeeeeah. It’s for me. 36F just diagnosed with lung cancer stage 4. There are life extending treatments I can take but I’m probably looking at 1-6 years if I’m optimistic. No kids. Just me, my long term partner, and my cat.
My perspective has shifted in an interesting way recently. I told my partner (who survived Hodgkin’s lymphoma in his twenties) that it was like being whisked away to the top of Mount Everest but nobody else is there. It feels like I can see so much more and it looks so small and time moves more slowly and I’m alone at the finish line but in a quiet serene kind of way. He said he felt the same way when he was diagnosed and pointed me to the painting Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog.
Feel free to interpret this as you see fit. If you only had time for twenty more books what would your picks be? Or maybe what would you recommend to someone who is dying? Either to cheer them up or to capitalize on questions of existence?
I ask that this thread stick to great books and not sadness or condolences.
by carbonmonoxide5
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I’m 24 & might have throat cancer, I’ll come back to this.