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The approach of death

It's strange how the feeling of the approach of my own death, coming from the last events about my cancer, gave me a feeling of contentment and satisfaction. I felt relieved to know where I am. In six months, the next check up will tell me if I'm still in remission or if I should undertake a series of long-term treatments. My docs told me that this could take many years, with the current advances in medicine. At worst, I still have at least 10 years before me, unless an accident (heart attack
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Life is full of moments of happiness and moments of worry.

Life is full of moments of joy and happiness and moments of worry and grief. It often goes from one to another from one day to another and adjusting is not always easy.   Here one example :   My wife can not stand the smell of stale smoke that I leave behind me after turning off my pipe. For weeks, she begged me to quit this damned pipe, soon my only joy at my age.   Now, for almost four days, I no longer smoke, I passed the time when I was walking with my empty pipe in my mouth, just to
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My past, about life and death

Within 12 days, I will celebrate an important anniversary. On the 19-April-06, I joined GA.   I wrote my first blog on 26-June-06. Many followed, telling the story of my life, my experiences, good or bad, showing how I learned to become stronger, more patient, and sometimes trying to bring to others the best advices I could from an adventurous life.   Five years later, many former members are gone and many new members arrived.   I'm like some journalists or writers who combine their best a
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How to be positive ?

By following the blogs for years, I was struck at how bloggers are changing moods. There is everything from the concerns of people in difficulty to the smiles of those who control their destiny. You move from evocations of everyday life to philosophical considerations about the loves and hatreds.   Often, the style and rhythm of the writings are exemplary, increasing the pleasure of reading. But what about my own blogs ?   Since my arrival here in 2006, I played "the game of confession", bri
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Springtime, at last !

Lately, the days lengthen, the sun comes early and stays late at the top of the terrace. We changed our watches to summer time and it's nice!   My old muscles are rejuvenated and the urge to run and swim itches. The parks and their jogging trails are calling. I resumed my subscription to the public pool (partly covered for warm-up and an outdoor pool to enjoy the coolness of the water with the sun reflected on its surface.   I am glad to get out, walk in the city, watching all these teenages
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I’m proud !

I’m proud to be what I am, proud of my successes, proud of my errors, proud as well of my qualities as of my defects, proud to have arrived at my age with scars at my heart and at my body but alive, with still sufficient forces to enjoy the life and to ensure my place among the warriors. I’m proud of still being able to help around me, to be accepted by my peers, to have been able to preserve some friends, not to have forgotten those who left us for always. I’m proud to have released myself f
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Army of Shadows (French: L'armée des ombres)

Army of shadows (French l'armée des ombres) is a 1969 french film about the fights of the French resistance during WWII. I saw this movie recently, which reminded me of my own memories of the period 1939-1945. I was 10 years in 39 and 16 years in 45. Living in a neutral country, surrounded on all sides by German forces, we expected every day the Nazi invasion. Our army of 600,000 soldiers
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To live with concern for death

Going back to Neph’s blog about death (24.01.2011), I see now that her point of view concerned more the feelings of the accompanying people then these of the main person, the dying one, while my blog concern more what I will myself feeling at my last moments. In one phrase : the most important is what happens when you are with someone dying, helping him or her to cross the border between life and death, not what will happen with the body afterwards.   The chance I have to have lived till now
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