When I heard the doctor’s “news”, my body relaxed as a deep breath of relief escaped me. I was ready to thank him and hop out of the office, ready to continue my life.

I went on life as normal. Spending time with families and friends, writing scripts for a Hollywood big studio, and taking every chance to go out. Well, guess the pains became normal.

Every few hours, my pelvis and organs around my stomach would scream, as if they are shrinking too much. I tried to ignore them as the doctor told me I was fine.

But every week, my body would get tortured more and more. It started spreading around, until I felt like I can’t even breath without lava being poured inside my body.

My closed ones were getting concerned, and suggested I see him again. At first I ignored them. It’s great timing that when I finally considered doing it, my legs fell asleep and my head got a nice purple concealer from the ground.

The next moment, I woke up from a super un confusing sleep to find my family. Huddled around, barely letting go of my hospital bed’s railings.

Then I found you, Fred, hiding behind a door. Oh you were sweating so much, and your eyes were nearly rolling in full circles.

When you told me what caused my sudden sleep, I almost yelled to you, wondering how it could happen when you said I was in good health? Then you told us the truth.

Yes, it was necessary, but there wasn’t a worse time to choose.

I mean, the damage isn’t so much, right? No family and friends feeling betrayed? No ultimate proof to my children that lying is bad? No projects interrupted or being thrown away?

Thank you so much doctor Fred. Don’t worry, I won’t ask my family to file a lawsuit. My death is suppose to be peaceful, right? All about leaving the beautiful earth behind with no regrets?

Thanks a lot.

Not.