Introduction
I’m falling behind. My body is doing all it can and it’s not enough. Tears well up in my eyes. There’s no sense of pain, just the sadness of leaving the people I love. Mercifully, there’s no panic, just a sense of peace.
The monitor in the emergency room clearly displays my condition. Pulse 130: blood oxygen level 82, despite having both a cannula and a facemask ramming oxygen into my compromised lungs. It’s just a matter of time. My heart will give up under the strain. My mind is foggy, but I can see the future. My mouth is dry. I feel the need to make amends: to tell people I love them, to arrange things I can no longer control. I email Chuck Bowden, a writer friend, and request he write my obituary. I’m surrounded by my family. ...
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