The day has finally come. My last day. I don't think many could ever be sure about their exact time of death. It's awfully strange knowledge. On one hand I'm ready, too tired of prolonging my conviction, and in some way at peace with my fate. But then there's another part of me, the fighter that would like to go on a rampage and scream it isn't fair and I wouldn't go by this senseless death, because there is still so much to do for me, so much to feel and experience.
But it is what it is. Now I can go with a little bit of dignity I have left.
The morning started unusually. Today I wasn't served a grayish goo that never even stood next to an oatmeal, but a top notch full breakfast with crispy bacon, egg omelet, some toasts, hash brown, pancakes with syrup, freshly squeezed juice and ste
