There is a phenomenon in life I call "the blank-slate moment," and I've hit this rare place once again.

Ever since I was told there was even a possibility that cancer could take me earlier than I'd planned, I've found myself struck dumb whenever someone asks me how I'm doing. It's not that I'm unwilling to say, I just don't know what to call this vast, peaceful feeling.

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