I felt sick to my stomach. “It can’t be that cut and dried. Medicine has come a long way. There must be something you can do, some kind of treatment.”
“Oh yeah, the doctors tried to talk me into ‘experimental immunotherapy.’ It makes your hair fall out, you puke for six months straight, lose half your body weight. No thanks.”
The professional risks he had taken in allowing me to join him out here were starting to make more sense. A dying man had a risk profile all his own, one men and women beset with delusions of immortality couldn’t even comprehend.
“I never would have guessed anything was wrong with you. You look so healthy.”
“Looks can be deceiving, as they say. My spirit’s still strong, it’s just that my body is giving out on me. Actually, I’ve been feeling pretty damn good lately
