If Not Now, When?
Ever since I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, I have felt urgency. Urgency to travel to places I haven’t been, to experiencing new things. And perhaps most important, to have a will. Even before I got sick I would talk to Jerry about this. I would say, we need a plan. We need a will. We finally started moving on it about a month ago. It is a more complex process than I had imagined. We own some property, have various bank accounts and then, of course, there are the cats who might be here when we are not. Just last week I was having dinner with my sister who brought up the topic. She informed me that my brother did not want to be her executor, and that meant it would be me. What else could I say but, okay. She talked about wanting to leave money to BARCS, the shelter where I volunteer, and that was just about the end of the conversation. Of course, no papers traded hands for me to sign. This was just a casual conversation. But then, this week on Monday, my sister seemingly disappe