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12/29/2010 10:29 am ET Updated Nov 17, 2011

Seeing the World Anew: My Resolution for the New Year

I have always believed that in crisis lies opportunity.

On May 20 of this year, my father, out of the blue, was diagnosed with a severely aggressive leukemia and was given two to six weeks to live. A quick run to Google (because that's what we do these days when we're scared) confirmed that the doctors weren't being alarmists and that we really had to start saying goodbye now.

In a matter of weeks, life turned on its head. We sold and cleared out the family house, gave away the family dog, spent endless hours, days, weeks at Sloane Kettering and planned a funeral. My father even wrote his own obituary. My father grew weaker, more and more sickly, lost his sense of humor and the twinkle in his eyes. Finally, we all gave in and my father was moved to a residential hospice facility. He only had a week or two left at the most, and we wanted him to be comfortable. We watched him go from a robust 160 pounds down to 150, 140, 130... and finally to 109 pounds.

My father said goodbye to everyone, wrote letters and had touching moments of connection with us all. We were grateful that he wasn't in pain and relieved that he might just slip away gently.

Except it didn't happen that way.

Right now, my father is on a flight to Florida with my mother, strong enough to plan a trip to their winter retreat. Removed from all medications once he was in hospice, closely monitored by extraordinary nurses and surrounded by the love of his family, my father tentatively has come to life once more.

When my father left the hospice facility and the small room within which he was going to die, he said it was one of the most extraordinary days of his life. He talked about the disbelief, reentering a world he had said goodbye to. He couldn't believe he was seeing trees again, people, cars -- even the stoplight he passed every day of his life.

The stoplight??

In these last days, I've actually stopped short to look at a myriad of stoplights in my life. I stare at what, only last week, was the background of my life -- the lamp on my office table, the tiny oil painting over my desk, the dappled light as it glints through my window in the afternoon. Background has become foreground as I am endlessly moved at the experience of noticing the details the make me who I am. I think of Helen Keller, objects suddenly cascading into her otherwise pitch-black night, life found anew. Water.

Of course, I'm ever filled with joy and gratitude for the people I love and for the large, daily events that make up the tapestry of my life. But it is rare that I look so caringly at the details, the Seurat-like blinks that color in the picture at every turn. It is rare that I stop to look at all.

In truth, I don't know how much longer my father has. I don't even know if he will make it through the flight to Florida. But as a result of the crisis of his pending death, my father has given me a gift that surpasses any of the holiday presents I've received in years' past. He has reminded me to see.

With every crisis comes the flicker of opportunity. My new year's resolution is that each time I stop at life's metaphoric stoplights, instead of impatiently pumping the brake, I'm going to catch my breath, settle in and take a look around. I only hope that, no matter what happens, as crisis evolves into the hushed chaos of quotidian life, that when I see the next stoplight, I actually won't drive on through.

I (someone who has been known to race through yellow-turning-red lights) hope this resolution lasts longer than any I've made before.

Happy new year.