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All is well, but dying is exhausting…

The person I angered has forgiven me. He came home, and we ate together as if nothing had happened. This morning I laid my head against his knee and played with my hair. He held me, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

I don’t have an infection. Why my breathing is noisy is inexplicable to me. I keep leaking fluid and wet myself too.

My specialist is in charge. My family doctors completely failed me.