My condition causes some discomfort
but little pain. And even as I continue to fade, a strange calm pervades.
We are not meant to know our future. The curve of my life was graphed and
anticipated. With all my ability I could not change that curve. Now, that there
is nothing more I can do, my mind is free to wander without the oppressive need
for haste. I look out my window, the sun struggles with clouds. For the first
time I really see it.
