Last will and testamant

I hate it when I write a story and it disappears before my eyes. Oh well, I will try again.

I have Hep C. I am going to die. I went chronic, or viral 3 years this summer. I had taken up basketball the year before and the man who was teaching me, who is now 77, played 3 times a week in the heat of the summer here in Globe. I felt sick and I get tested every year for hep c, diabetes and high blood pressure. My viral  numbers were up, and dropped in the second test, but I could tell I was getting better before the first test.

I read that once you go viral or chronic, a person has 5 years, that is it. Unless you can afford the drugs. I can't. It is going to be euthanasia for me. When the time comes when my liver is cirrhosis to the point of non functioning, cancer sets in and I can no longer stand the pain, even with magic herbs.

I see it happening this way, I will smoke until I can't see through the beautiful fog any longer, then shoot up some opiate. when that sets in nicely. I will go for the big bang.

so to the point I was at when my story went poof. I have 3 brothers who I don't get along with, who I don't care if they get a dime. I don't have much, a commercial building in downtown Globe, and full of my collections of a lifetime.

I can only hope to find some cause to give my life away to before I die.



As I write this I think of a friend of mine who is in stage four cancer, I took him to a fancy clinic in Phx. On the way he had me stop at a shrine outside Miami to pray, he prayed silently. On the way back he wanted to stop again and pray. He prayed out loud. I suppose to tell me of his illness, while praying to his God.

 I feel the same way about this, praying out loud, so to speak, I want someone, after death, to find this.

My last will and testament.
Sam Palmer
06212013