I’m dying. I’m not afraid of it. I’ve accepted the fact, I’ve been dying for a while. They made it official a couple months ago, they gave me a year, maybe. A brain tumor, not that it matters. My father died from one, as did his mother. They tell me it’s not hereditary, I find that hard to believe, but I digress. There were 2 tumors this time, one, wrapped into my spinal chord at the base of my skull. The other had invaded my parietal lobe. They’d have to start me on chemo immediately. I’m not afraid of dying, but I AM afraid of what those things are waiting for...