Got results today of brain MRI. Numerous lights less than 1cm. Doctor told me I was dying but only god knew when. I am going to radiologist tomorrow for first time. I will fight for now but really feel my life is slipping away. Kinda like being in a whirlpool and not being able to grab onto a line anywhere. Not really afraid of death but so sad for the losses I am facing, of the people I love, of losing my chance to finish my story. I think I should feel braver.
Joy