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Show Notes:

This one’s a bit dark. But only in spirit. I kept the delivery of the message light enough.

I fell out of podcast (and all else) production back at the end of Jul 22.

My Dad got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

From the time of receiving the news to his passing only took about 45 days.

I’m not doing details on that. Suffice to say, he went quick. He suffered blessedly little.

Adding in his inhuman tolerance to pain, he didn’t hurt much throughout.

In that respect, I’d say we should all be so lucky.

But of prime note to you guys, I never lost my mental wellness. Not even close. And yes…I was wondering about it at the time.

And yes. This hurts very, very bad.

Bipolar hasn’t been a thing for me since 2006 or so. Began fighting it my way in 2004. That was a rough year. 2005 was much better. 2006 was when I began feeling well enough to get cocky with the news that it was firmly in my past.

But if anything was going to retrograde me…

So, my wonderful dad’s death didn’t upset my mental apple cart.

But back in the active bipolar days, death was one of the things on my list of “things about which we shall never speak.”

I cover those two things, as well as the good that came from it, particularly from a bipolar prone person’s point of view, in this episode.