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A Change In Scenery
Three months at the cabin came and went. Not only was I not dead, I seemed to be in remission. The tumor stopped bothering me altogether and a huge supply of antacid tablets went completely untouched for weeks. Around the fifth month I began rationing my food, fearing I might run out before I got around to kicking the bucket.
The bonus for not dying as quickly as expected? Looked like I would enjoy some fresh vegetables with my last meal. After weeding out the garden, I had planted the seeds I’d brought with me. And with little else to do, the garden was well kept. By the time I began rationing food, I was able to supplement from a bumper crop of tomatoes, carrots, squash, and green peppers.
Good timing, too, on those tomatoes. Even as that first batch began to ri
