TWENTY-THREE
Since my condition was reaching the end-stage, Jayden could finally prescribe the kit that I would mix together to end my life on my own terms. I got a formal appointment to discuss the process and his recommendations with him at the hospital. He explained how to store and mix the powders, which could be taken with a beverage of my choice, and which would ideally allow me to slip into a brief, peaceful coma before passing.
“What do mean ‘ideally’?”
“There’s always a chance of complications. After ingestion, your organs will start to shut down until …” Jayden removed his reading glasses and placed his hands over his eyes for a moment before pushing the pamphlet to one side. “You told London you would be at our wedding.”
I was getting angry. “I said I would try. It’s not lik
