So now it's been time to diverse myself of things I no longer need. I gave my cute 1965 bug to the man that had been fixing it for the past year. The least I could do. I get rid of clothing to the Salvation Army. What do I need to physical items anymore?
While in the hospital after all the tests were done, and there were many, the nurse asks me if I want the truth, and I do.
The truth is I'm too far gone, there is no saving me, go home, enjoy the rest of my life, chemo will only give me a couple of extra months, do I want the tiredness, etc., that chemo is? Or do I want quality over quantity. Ahhhh, I've been given my death sentence, not a happy moment, no, not at all for me this day.
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