How'd I Get Here?

I'm sitting up typing on my computer.  I've just come from work.  One of the clients that I took care of was really sick. But, she is getting better.  I wondered why she is so determined to continue treatment.  But whenI consider choices, and some of the choices that we make, I've made...  Personal choices.  They don't always seem to make sense from someone looking on from the outside in.  Considering this person's history...she may just be beginning to live. 

When you think about it, we are all here for a reason.  We have a chance to fulfull our purpose until the day we die. Some people, don't begin to live until they actually start the dying process.  Some people think that's too late.  But, then...who are they?

When I first started nursing school, there was a guy who was an alcoholic who had pancreatic cancer.  He was dying and he knew it.  He couldn't even eat anything and had a tube feeding.  He talked to me about his life and what it had been like and the things that he didn't know and what he had learned from his experience of having cancer.  I will never forget that man.  I swear I had seen him dirty and lying on the street in Northampton a couple of times. Back then, he seemed anything but human to me.

I was scared of drunk homeless people.

I'm really tired, I'm going to bed, I should have been in bed. Nighty night.