I was sitting at the barber’s waiting my turn, listening to the tale of the guy sitting in the chair.
He’s 54 and on the same day he got his first retirement check, his doctor told him he had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
That was six months ago.
He’s going through chemo, but knows it’s a done deal. So his wife retired Friday and they plan on spending what time he has left doing as much as the couple had planned to do in retirement.
Time will be short. He knows it. But he’s got this attitude of moving forward at all costs.
“It’s going to kill me, I know it, but I’m not dead today,” he said.
And I’m worried about my life.