I have 7 months at best. Maybe a year, I was told by the emergency unit doctor just the other day. I didn’t and don’t know how to feel, except that well, I felt relieved… I wonder if our “maker” will judge me for that. I was raised in a christian home but the more I searched and learned about it, the less it made sense to me.
Yet here I am, about to f****** die in less than a year, just like my great aunt and grandfather. Does it even mean anything… does it have to? Does my life have to have meant something for it to have been worth it. Because all I’m seeing is my life before me and all the time wasted worrying about other peoples s***. I finally feel really alive now that I’m dying. Isn’t that ironic.