Dr. Patel delivers the news on a gray Tuesday morning, considerable gentleness evident despite the weight of what she's about to share.
"The acceleration has reached critical stage," she says, reviewing my latest test results with careful attention. "Sevric, I need to be direct with you. We're likely looking at months now, not years."
I sit with this news, decades of anticipating this eventual reality somehow not fully preparing me for the actual moment it finally arrives.
"How many months?" I ask, voice steady despite the emotion building beneath.
"Six to eight, potentially," Dr. Patel estimates carefully. "Though every case progresses differently. I want you focusing on quality time now, rather than aggressive treatment that likely won't meaningfully extend your prognosis."
I drive
