[ WP ] You are 28 when you find out you have a terminal disease . You set out to do all the things you missed out on in life before your time comes .

Cancer. Shit. I knew it. Damned genes. Too late now to do anything about it except whatever Medicaid will cover to keep me alive a little longer. 
 
 I sit down to plan out my final months. This is my last chance to do all the things I never got to do. Travel. See the world. Take those art classes. Learn to blow glass. Better make it good... 
 
 Then I remember there's a reason I never did any of that. My call center tech support job barely pays the rent. There's no money for travel or classes or going to shows or boating around the world or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing. 
 
 At least I do n't have to stand up at work. That'll keep me off the streets a little longer I guess. Guess I'll have to move back in with dad before long. Maybe we can scrape together enough to go do at least one fun thing before I go.
