I was raised to be religious, but am not much of a prayer. Most of the evidence I've seen in my life says that God is an unlikely proposition. I don't want to be driven to dishonesty by fear.

I'm trying to accept my fate; it would be easier if I knew exactly what it will be. A terminal cancer patient will go through a lot more pain, but at least knows that it WILL kill him soon; winding up a human vegetable isn't a possibility.

I don't know whether I have a few days or as much as a few years left. I can hear the ticking of the bomb on my head, but can't see the timer.