For people in my position, death is a friend we wait for. The merciful friend whose face we long to see. I’ve been waiting for quite some time now. I don’t remember if it was after my throat muscles stopped working and the feeding tube was inserted into my stomach or after my lungs stopped working and the breathing tube went into my neck. Either way, I’m waiting for death to come and set me free from this wasted body and release me into the sweet relief of nothingness.
