For Seven Days I Thought I Was Dying

So here's the story... I moved to Stroudsburg, PA thison learning of my impending death. Above all, I am
past July to become Rabbi at Temple Israel of thegrateful for the life that I had been granted; I
Poconos. As part of the move, I needed to find newconsidered my life a precious gift to me from God.
doctors who would look after me. I made anAfter gratitude comes everything else, all other feelings
appointment with one of the local specialists, whoand thoughts. The world can only be repaired when
suggested that I should have my lungs checked asgratitude replaces entitlement, when we move outside
part of a thorough physical examination. So heof ourselves toward others in our lives. I was not
scheduled me for a C.A.T. scan, expecting to findangry, just sad that I would not live to see my kids'
nothing out of the ordinary. Well, surprise, surprise!life-cyle events or share in the lives of my
When I returned to the doctor for the results, he toldgrandchildren as I had hoped to be able to do. My
me that there was a spot on my lungs, and he couldhopes, dreams and aspirations have been reached, I
not rule out lung cancer!would die fulfilled and happy. If my time had come, I
Next he scheduled me three days later for a P.E.T.would be ready, unafraid and unashamed of what I
scan, which would definitely show if anything washad accomplished in my life. I know that I have
going on in my throat. I came to the surgery centermattered to lots of folks, and my teachings and my
and they inserted some dye through an IV, whichmemories would be my final gift to them, and to the
would flow through my entire upper body, and byUniverse.
means of the the scan, would clearly allow theI fully believe that when our mission on this earth is
radiologists to diagnose any real or potential problems.accomplished, we can then be ready and prepared to
So I lay still for sixty-five minutes, trying to "zone out,"leave this world for whatever comes next. The
actually counting the seconds (one thousand one, oneproblem is--who among us knows when that will
thousand two, one thousand three...) and pretty muchhappen? How will we know when our life-missions will
trying to act like the macho man that I did not feel like.have been accomplished? We don't, so that when
My doctor had scheduled the next appointment for aGod has decided that my earthly purpose has been
week later. I asked him for an earlier date, but he saidfulfilled, who am I to argue? Even more, I have known
it took that long for the results and the evaluation oftoo many women and men who have lived "too long,"
the scan. Actually, that was all done two hours afterthat is to say that their final years were spent in pain
the test, but who knew?or in a nursing home, or totally unable to communicate
I had a whole week to think about dying of lungwith those they love. I would indeed be fortunate,
cancer. What made it really scary was--my Motherbecause I would leave this life on my own terms,
died of lung cancer. She was a heavy smoker, I haveproud and grateful. And not in any physical pain.
never smoked, but I had already presumed that it wasSo you see, smart guy that I am, I was sure I had it all
genetic and that my life was over. And then I began tofigured out. Needless to say, thank God, the results
plan. What would I do with the time I had left? First,came back showing that the spot on my lungs was
would I take chemo and radiation for the cancer? Ijust that, some benign scar tissue left over from
decided absolutely not, since I was not prepared towho-knows-when. I was elated. I really was! But to tell
spend the next year suffering throughthe deep, dark, dirty, honest-to-God truth, I was just a
mind-and-body-numbing treatments which would atwee bit disappointed at the same time. I was actually
best give me another month or two of life which waslooking forward to the last year of my life, I was going
not-life. I have seen too many of my congregants andto be able to fill the closing chapter of my existence
friends go through that, it was not for me. Would I quitwith passion! Between seeing the world, teaching
my job as Rabbi? Yes, I would have done thatwomen and men all across America the truths I had
immediately, and I even began working on my finallearned, finishing my book on grief and hope, perhaps
sermon. I would have told my new congregation thatstarting another book, my days would be filled with joy
there were places in this world that I wanted to visitand creativity. They would be filled with life, not death,
with Ellen, and that I especially needed to return toand when the end would come, I would feel that the
Israel for a final visit, so I was resigning from the pulpit,banquet of my life had been well worth my fifty-nine
to live out the rest of my life the way I wanted to. Iyears of effort.
would thank them for the lessons they have alreadyThat's my story, and it has a happy ending. Sort of.
taught me even in the short time we had together, andThe gnawing-in-my-kishkas question I continue to ask
I would ask their forgiveness for any pain I had causedmyself ever since this happened is: What's stopping
them. In short, I would complete my relationship withme from doing all those things I was going to do when
them before I left.I knew I was dying? How many of them can I still do
After seeing other parts of the world, I would returnright now, while I am still living? Why will I have to wait
home and begin to travel all across the country, givinguntil the Angel of Death comes calling for me, for real?
a lecture to anyone who might be interested, entitled:It is these questions, not thoughts of my death, which
"Final Life-Thoughts of a Grateful Rabbi." The lecturecontinue to haunt me. Maybe soon I'll have some good
would talk about gratitude being my first-choice feelinganswers.