Jeweled Breadcrumb #33 : choosing life rather than a medical process

Debra Asis
3 min readFeb 8, 2025

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More than once I have said to friends, “The next time I move will be feet first on a gurney.” I am not joking. It is my hope to live fully each day until my last call realizing, I will die a thousand deaths before my final curtain. And so I pray for myself and my aging friends that with grace we are able to let go of all that is impermanent and curtsy to the climatic finale of being as is now.

my prayer list keeps growing
old friends are slowing
mortality tightens my toes
i ask myself, ‘Well then,
how shall i spend them?’
each day that precedes my repose

though dying is natural
aging is collateral
brief body will waste away
ripe teeth will be cranky
firm muscles unsteady
my long brown hair will turn grey

it is most important
i remain coherant
being here now to the end
no doctors fixing
rare treatment inflicting
suffering life to extend

i surely would prefer
my ending to defer
but odds are someday will be now
so let me be certain
that my final curtain
will tear with a glorious bow

until the illusion
of my exclusion
from all that is certain be gone
i pray to cherish
each day as i perish
preparing for my new dawn

Breadcrumb

No, I am not dying. Actually, that is not true, but doctors have not yet intervened to turn my aging and inevitable death into a medical process. For now I am just packing books, preparing to move closer to town. When my fingers wrap around Atul Gawande’s incredible tome, “Being Mortal,” I have to pause and ponder my own mortality.

More than once I have said to friends, “The next time I move will be feet first on a gurney.” I am not joking. It is my hope to live fully each day until my last call realizing, I will die a thousand deaths before my final curtain. And so I pray for myself and my aging friends that with grace we are able to let go of all that is impermanent and curtsy to the climatic finale of being as is now.

Thank you for reading these words,
written by grace and the grit of a real human being. Debra Asis

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Debra Asis
Debra Asis

Written by Debra Asis

Noticing Ordinary Holiness along the way I aim to read the gospel of life in nature, poetry, art and every messy moment of my ordinary life.

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