His left hand barely worked anymore; he could grip his cane, but he couldn’t stop his hand from trembling as he did so—and he practically had to drag his left leg with each step. The shortness of breath had begun. His physician said that one day, he simply wouldn’t have the strength to breathe. On that day, Irich would suffocate alone, unable to move. And he could feel it coming. Step by excruciating step.
