Everyone left my bedside and I welcomed the quiet. I needed a break from their painted on smiles and feigned conversations. Family can be overbearing, but it’s the worst when you’re terminal.
I depressed my morphine pump, and fought the urge to drift off to sleep. Killing myself with the drug would be easy.
My disease was ravenous, and I was finished with it. I grabbed a bottle from my nightstand. My fingers shook when unscrewing the cap, but not my resolve.
Like Alice in Wonderland, I drank my potion and announced to no one, ‘you can’t keep me here.’
Thank you Lance Burson for hosting the 100 word song prompt. You rock my friend! You really, really, really do. I’m honored you asked me to contribute the song for this week.
People, go read his work. He’s fabulous!!!
Renee Writes Here 
I’ve wondered what I would do if I was in this situation. I wonder if it would be better if we could choose how we left this world.
In the instance of terminal illness I think it’s important that we choose our fate. I would prefer to go out in a blaze of glory than soiling myself and expecting others to take care of me. I can’t bear to have that be my ending.
We think we know…..but then it is your reality.
warmly, marcy
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Thanks for the comment Marcy. After dealing with a long illness, I know what I would do.
Love,
Renee