I don't have a reply to that. I do love my life and I'm afraid. Funny, I never admitted it to myself before now, of course, nobody ever held me close to a confrontation before now. Before him. I may die on table, my nurse spilled it to me when I got relentless. But, it is a risk they're willing to take. For me though, it's too big a gamble to make. I'll make a good case study for them, perhaps the biggest feat in history of transplantation but, I could end up six feet under, close my eyes once and forever. There's a chance I'd never feel the wind blasting through me while driving. There's a possibility I won't wake up to another surprise birthday party. I'm no martyr. I wish they find a solution soon to tend to the long list of recipients awaiting transplants, I do but I wish to live too!
I followed through everything, endured tests after tests, not because I could donate. Because I want to live.
Is that so selfish?
People live freely, why's living my life is a luxury choice to me!
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