Today my mother is 63 years old. Since today is a weekday, we visited her yesterday (my parents live about midway between Ottawa and Montreal, near Cornwall, Ontario). Unfortunately, she is not really doing terribly well. She is extremely weak, barely eats and has lost a fair bit of weight these past two weeks. She has run a fever of about 39C (102F) for the past two weeks and there is nothing to relieve it. For the first time in the two years since she was diagnosed with cancer, she looked to me like she was dying. A person’s life can be in danger because of external threat, or the need for constant vigilance until strength returns. But this time there is no danger she can run away from or simply rest and wait until she gets stronger - her body is losing to the cancer. Sitting with her, observing her, I could not help but feel she is close to death - despite being remarkably strong and active during the Christmas / New Year season. We saw her two weeks ago, just before she fell ill,