This winter has been tough

This winter has been tough. Finally, a diagnosis, and now, how to live with it? What do you do with a 5 year deadline? I've been thinking about it for a few months and it seems to talk is the thing. Since there are few who would really enjoy hearing all I have to say I'll write instead. You, dear reader, please join me through prayer and conversation. I'd like to say 'let's keep it positive' but how do you do that when you're talking about death? What I really want to know is how to do life knowing I'm facing death. Living while dieing, that sort of thing.

This is the challenge:

My dreams are shattered by the prospect of a too-short life. I thought, like most do, that I'd live to be old, but it's not going to happen apparently. There are questions rolling around my head that I expect I'll never answer. Is it true? Might God heal me? Why would He or not? What good is there in this suffering? Are health and wealth the good that God gives or is it just my narrow vision that calls it good? Or maybe it's what I call bad that is really good?

My big God answers big questions. 

life's setting sun is sinking low

a few more days and I must go

to meet the deeds that I have done

where there will be no setting sun.