La Clepsydre des Moires ...

Dangercop a écrit:
Nous regardons le groove sur Arte et cela me fait songer à notre docteur funk...
Dieu merci j'ai toujours des contacts solides avec mon ardennois !

MisterJack a écrit:Bises aux filles !!!

Le Docteur a écrit:Le Connemara me manque.

Cradle of Suffering a écrit:

J'ai les cheveux rouges!!

Oogie Boogie a écrit:Hier soir, j'ai fini ma journée sur une note franchement déprimante,l'annonce de la mort du réalisateur Satoshi Kon . D'ordinaire, ce type d'événement ne me touche guère mais là ça m'a foutu un sale coup. Faut dire que le monsieur faisait parti de mes réalisateurs contemporains préférés et que j'attendais avec fébrilité chaque nouveau projet de sa part. Il avait énormément de talent et tant à raconter. Saloperie de cancer...
14h08

August 25th, 2010 (Wednesday)
Goodbye

May 18th is a day I will never forget. A cardiologist at Musashino Red Cross Hospital told me, "you have terminal pancreatic cancer, which metasized to your bone marrows. You have 6 months left." When my wife and I heard it, we couldn't stop holding each other in our arms, because it was such a sudden and irrational fate. I usually thought that "death is inevitable", but this was all too sudden.

There certainly were signs. A few months before that, I felt a strong pain in every part of my back, my leg joints, etc., I couldn't move my right leg very well, and I had to use great effort to walk, so I went to acupuncturists and chiropractors. However, my condition didn't improve, so when I went to get MRI and PET-CT scans, the results suddenly showed that my days were numbered. Now that my death is creeping up behind me, I no longer have the will to fight it.

After my verdict was handed down, my wife searched desperately for a way to extend my life. I received help from reliable friends and powerful acquaintances. However, I had a slightly different world view, so I refused the cancer drugs. I felt that it would be more fitting of me to reject "normality." I was never one to place myself in the majority, and the same applied to medical care. I realized the tricks behind modern mainstream medicine.

"Shouldn't your world view be about surviving longer!?" But, if I used my sheer willpower, I'll barely be able to work. My disease progressed every day.

On the other hand, I view myself as part of the world, so I’m staying half-alive. I paid my taxes, after all. I lived as a full member in long history of Japanese society. That's why I wanted to reply to my friends and family, who were eager to extend my lifespan, "I am prepared to die." However, I couldn't do that at all. One reason was that I had to entrust two close friends to manage the short list of copyrights that I held. Another reason was that I wanted to leave my small savings to my family without any hitches by writing a will. Of course, my death won't cause an inheritance war, but I didn't want to leave a single worry to my wife, so I can leave this world assured.

My family and I are bad at filling out paperwork for these procedures, but luckily I had a wonderful friend who speedily prepared them for us. After that, when I went into critical condition due to pneumonia, I hazily filled out the last signature on this will. That's when I understood that there's no turning back.

"Ahh...I'm finally going to die." At any rate, two days before that, I was transported to Musashino Red Cross Hospital via ambulance, and I back went to the same hospital the next day. As one would expect, I got a thorough check-up. The results said that as a complication of my pneumonia, pleural fluid is rapidly accumulating in my chest. While I heard the doctor's polite and businesslike answer, "these...few days...even if you get pass them, this month will be tough", I thought that this was similar to a weather forecast. That was July 7th. It was a cruel Tanabata.

That was when I made my decision. I wanted to die in my own home. It might be a big pain to the people around me, but I found a way to escape back to my own home. My wife's efforts brought cooperation from the hospital (as if they've given up), support from other clinics, and other blessings I would never imagine. I couldn't believe how well my needs and desires were fulfilled by chance. It was just like "Tokyo Godfathers."
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