I live in terror of getting a potentially terminal disease that requires constant monitoring and different therapies, most of which fail with great disappointment. I imagine spending hours in hospital waiting rooms and doctors’ offices, dreading the results that will ultimately be delivered to me. I don’t know the best way to die. It is … Continue reading
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My first two digit birthday
I remember that day. I had just turned ten and was walking down the street close to my home when I realized that my age would be two digits from now on. The result of that insight was asking myself, would it ever be three digits? Thinking about that then made me think about death. … Continue reading
Two Thirds Done 