I am slipping into the doldrums of recovering health and taking back all the fears and worries.  The nobility of a quick exit and the sadness of my own death is slipping away as I am becoming more able to resume daily life.  I still don’t know the ultimate prognosis; in about two weeks I will return to Sloan to get a sense of my future.  But I know the mechanics of my illness are subsiding.

But dear Jesus how do I keep focused on the things of the next world?  I have concerns about my children and the closeness to them can almost bring them into a stronger relief.  I know you’re admonition about the things in this world are not simply for us when we’re dying; it is meant for us at all times.  Guide me and the path that you want me to follow, please.