A privilege? or a right?

My working life officially began in 1981 and I dutifully paid my share of federal and state taxes and FICA contributions for the next 30 years as well as having deductions to cover my own health insurance. It was never anything I complained about; it always seemed as if it was part of my obligation for

“I guess the world is not a wish-granting factory.”

In a wonderful example of cosmic irony, I made my annual pilgrimage to my dermatologist on Monday, Oct. 13th where, upon the 20th anniversary of my melanoma, he declared the book closed on that cancer case.  On Thursday, Oct. 23rd, my urologist told me I had prostate cancer.  Thanks universe: it was a swell ten