“I should have told you,” she admitted. “I can tell you now, if you like. I can tell you what it means when they find a mass on your brain. I can tell you the symptoms – every last one, because they gave me all the pamphlets and they showed me all the websites. I’ve even got a little chart to record how I’m feeling. I can tell you all the ways it’s slowly killing me; how it’s eating me up from the inside. I can tell you how – how that thing is just sitting there – in my head – while I’m lying here, wasting away. I mean, what’s it doing up there anyway, all smug and superior, like it’s got the right to make itself at home?
thingsittingmy doing “I could tell you all of that, but none of it really matters. We all have to go somehow, and this is my way. And yes, it hurts. Some days it hurts m
