I probably have the same predicament. I have a CT scan coming up, an MRI coming up, a tummy surgery coming up, two eye surgeries coming up.

I did speak with my doctor about possible DAS (Doctor Assisted Suicide) but she said it was waaaaay too early to even think about that. I told her that I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

A couple days ago, about 2 miles south of Toronto, I thought about just setting sail for the middle of Lake Ontario, popping a dozen LSD tabs (or snorting a kilo of cocaine), tying an anchor to my feet, and waiting until pink elephants and John Lennon begin a debate with me. For some reason, nobody likes that idea except me. I'm not sure if it's illegal or not. Not my problem, if it is. I'll have to call the Coast Guard and report a ship adrift and it's Lat/Lon.

I also thought about just pointing a gun at that part of my body where I live. They say that guns are always the best method for private suicide but I hate loud noises. As for just a lot of the LSD alone? Well, drugs are too chancy. I might miscalculate the dosage and just wind up having a good time.

Then, of course, it might all be just a scare and not my sail into the sunset.

Remember Sheepy? (If not, I do.) That's all that's left, my friend. Memories. At least, that's my theology.

So, until the "fat lady sings", eat! Drink! Be merry! For tomorrow, there'll be reruns of Barney. Rejoice in what life remains, whether that's 10 years or 10 minutes.