Given my family history, I’m pretty sure there’s some cancer in my future. After watching my Mom lose the fight I decided I wouldn’t let it progress so far for myself, if it’s in the cards. I’m sparing the details, but if you’ve ever stood beside someone that kept fighting cancer long after all hope was lost and it has spread to the brain, maybe you can understand my thinking.
I’ve stashed away 2 bundles of heroin that in all likelihood is rich in fentanyl. 20 bags, over a full gram. More than enough to bow out peacefully with zero pain. Probably enough to put down a Clydesdale.
Is that really fucked? Am I the only one with an exit plan? Strictly in case of a life of pain with nothing to look forward to but more pain. I fully intend to put up as much of a fight as I and the docs can muster.