The doctors worked tirelessly on me for 4 weeks. They tried different methods and even some crazy crap to try to stop the infection. One of them actually made it speed up. Apparently, from what I've read, it's too late to even do surgery and somehow remove it so it seems that from now on I'm living on borrowed time.
My favorite doctor, favorite because she's honest no matter what, said, "Well... I can't tell you exactly how long you have left. I can't even begin to predict that. Let's just put it this way, depending on your stress levels, you could either live another healthy 10 to 50 years OR you could live 5 hours and 10 minutes. I hate putting it that way but that's the way it is. I'm sorry, Raul." She then walked away in tears...
That is a fact I've come to accept. My life measured in stress. As the title says, "Oh well..." s**t happens, life's not fair. I'll make the best of what I've got left to live. I'll try to stay away from stress and stuff but I've accepted my mortality, no one lives forever. Thanks for reading this.
 Shiki the Forsaken Prince · Fri Apr 27, 2012 @ 05:21pm · 2 Comments |
