I thought my head would clear after walking the streets of Manhattan, but it hasn’t. There is no way to process all this without wanting to scream, cry, and fight. My results have been furthest away from my thoughts because I’ve experienced it before. Same prognosis, different time. Not much has changed.
But the bombshell Roman dropped; I don’t even know where to start.
I understand his decision, and I respect it. It takes guts to end your life. But it takes the heart of a true champion to live it. Our future is far from ideal, but I’m willing to tackle it head-on.
Dr. Carter said I have one month—four weeks, thirty days—to live. Time is ticking away, and it’s time I don’t want to waste fighting. But I can’t force Roman to live. He may have done so with me, but deep down, I wanted him t
