The Room

I've been sitting in the chemo room with my grandma since 9 30 this morning. I've been trying to sleep but I can't because I feel like death is watching me. Everyone is in surprisingly good spirits, but there's this dark cloud that creeps in every once in a while.

This man who left a little while go had a Phd in economics, his wife was talking about all the awards he's won. He could barely speak, he had lung cancer. It was sad to listen to this woman speak about her genius of a husband who can't talk at all now.

Death is so scary, not because it might be long and painful, but because its the end.
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