I'm doing pretty good for a guy who was supposed to be dead years ago, and have no complaints (OK, I complain a lot but I won't here!). When my doc dropped the bombshell about maybe looking for a transplant it was, quite frankly, scary. I tend to survive surgeries but after seizures, hallucinations, a coma, and only Angie preventing them from pulling the plug a couple times, it's not something I look forward to.
Imagine my relief when my specialist today told me that a transplant was not indicated; that I was too healthy for that! Thank you!
This has been heavy on my mind for some time now, and the relief I feel is indescribable. The same things that have been trying to kill me for years are still there, but ya know what? They aren't going to get me just now! I'm ready for when the time comes, but for now, FUCK YOU, death! ;-)
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