Nancy

“I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.”
― Adrienne Rich, Twenty-One Love Poems.

“I don't give a shit, Dad!"

"Well I do! I absolutely give a shit! This will completely exhaust you."

"It's my body. I can do what I like!"

"So you don't care about your body now?"

"No, I'm sick of it! I'm sick of doctors and needles and blood tests and transfusions. I'm sick of being stuck in a bed day after day while the rest of you get on with your lives. I hate it! I hate all of you! Adam's gone for a university interview, did you know that? He's going to be here for years doing whatever he likes and I'm going to be under the ground in a couple of weeks!”
― Jenny Downham, Before I Die

“Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath