Six years ago, I was diagnosed with brain oncology. I thought that my love of the game would continue, but that I would never have the opportunity of playing again. Twice, I have been told by my doctors that I had a limtied amount of time left.
Shortly after, a group arranged for me to go to St Andrews and play several of the great courses in the area. Standing on the tee at the Old Course, I felt blessed and overwhelmed and incredibly thankful. The rounds were like a fantasy and I would just stop and look out at the North Sea of the Bay of Forth and realize how incredibly fortunate I am.
I still play, not terribly often; but always with a sense that even if it is for several holes or an entire round - what a gift the game is. I believe it is for very good reason that many folks define there own sense of heaven as a golf course. I still hope to avoid finding out which direction I have gone upon my passing; but every golf season is a wonderful reminder of how enriching playing a round can be.