I don’t even really know where to begin.

It’s being woken up with bad news. How … I mean … you know it’s coming. But, I mean, I don’t know.

Or like, how do you deal with maybe this is the last time to say goodbye?

Maybe, it’s good, to be able to do this without overwhelming illness overshadowing things. I dunno. I mean, real conversations and stuff.

Alertness, orientation, it’s good. It’s hard, when that’s not what your last memory is. When it’s just a dark hospital room, cracked bleeding lips, early birthdays.