Swing'n On A Star and All That Jazz

I've been thinking about my own mortality lately, mostly because I've had all these medical conditions.  Anyone who knows me well, knows I'm afraid of dying even though it is inevitiable that I will someday.  But I got to thinking about those people who are critically ill or have recently met with unfortune that put them near death.  Some people manage to pull through and family or friend will say, "they have a tremendous will to live."  So what is your will?  What makes a person want to live?  Let's face it, the majority of people on earth are just 'average Joes,' not necessarily contributing anything to society as a whole, but contributing nonetheless.  So, I got to thinking, what is my will?  What would make me hang around?  I've never had or wanted for a lot of friends, so it couldn't be that.  I've been married for 27 years, but would missing my husband be 'the will?'  Perhaps it's my love of family or my beloved dogs?...

There are parts of my body I like, maybe not as much as when I was younger, but for example, my eyes. However, if there were a contest for the world's ugliest toes, I believe I'd have a very good chance of winning, or at the very least place somewhere in the top ten. People who've never seen them comment, "oh, they can't be that bad," but one of the few times in my life I showed the person, there was dead silence. I am blessed with a couple of hammer toes, bunions and corns, and a gap between my 'ring' toe and middle toe that somewhat looks like a chimps foot. Believe me when I tell you, not even nail polish does any good. I'll bet you're still thinking, "come on now, they can't be that bad." They are. Maybe I should give Guinness a call.