Coughing so hard you feel like you’re dying, every part of your body exhausted, dying slowly in front of your wife is not nice.
I have no energy I just want to sleep; would death be better than this slowly dying in front of my wife.
My mouth is dry, my gums are receding, who knows where all this is leading.
The morphine is great, it helps for a while but soon it all becomes too real again, this slowly dying in front of my wife.
But wait just a minute, it’s all about me,
what must it be like for the person who is watching their best mate slowly dying—
helpless hands, a breaking heart,
wanting to fix what cannot be fixed,
The love of my wife is what gives me life I just hope she’s ok What more can I say. The end
