I began writing this on April 2nd, 2026. It's now May 10th, and I am trying to return to it because I think the numbness is wearing off and I am not doing so well with it.
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It frequently feels like I am the only one in my family who has contemplated death enough to internalize that it is coming for each and every one of us, and that nobody gets a last-minute save and a redemption storyarc.
Last Wednesday, he thought he would go home in a few days. Just a few days, they'd figure out how to get him to keep down solid foods, and he'd go home, and they'd figure out the rest of the cure from there.
