
I’m dying. My friends know, but they don’t take it any more seriously than when one of them stubs a toe or gets a bad grade. I crashed during surgery and by their reaction, it was as though I’d had the flu. And part of the reason I don’t even try to get better anymore is because if they don’t care, I won’t have the energy to care all by myself.
The other day, I found out that my blood is no longer adequately using oxygen. I didn’t even tell anyone. I may have less than a year left. And I have nobody to tell my story to before I go, because nobody gives a damn.