![]() ![]() Then he explained my options-chemotherapy, anticancer drugs, palliative care … but I had stopped listening. The doctor told me I had only six months to live, tops, but I’d be lucky if I made it another week. That’s when I found out it wasn’t a cold. Since I hate going to the doctor, I was just barely keeping myself together with the help of some over-the-counter drugs, but after two weeks with no improvement I finally caved in. ![]() I had a slight fever that was plaguing me and a pounding migraine on the right side of my head. I had this cold that I just couldn’t shake, but I kept going to work delivering mail every day despite it. How would I know that? Okay, look, I don’t really know, but I tried writing that stupid list and, let me tell you, I’m embarrassed of the results. But seriously, what even goes on a list like that? A bunch of junk probably. I saw a movie once where the heroine is about to die, so she makes a list of ten things she wants to do before she passes away. I couldn’t think of ten things I wanted to do before I died. ![]()
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