I don't know what to say either. It's ironic how I tell others to live and as soon as I notice a terminal disease I am like "I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"... I guess there needs to be research done on it. Haha.

Humor aside, I probably don't have much time left. My breathing problems have become quite severe, I have bad cough which hurts, I have the urge to vomit once I cough just enough for the itch to subside, I am sweating more than usual, my back hurts... I just wanted to tell you all this before it's too late.

So, you are a good friend to me too. I wish everything just goes out well for you. What you're dealing with is even worse than what I am going through... if not "well", I'd just want it to be at least decent. What I've learned in life is not that ANYTHING CANNOT GO WELL ENOUGH FOR US. Everything is flawed, and even our flawed science cannot fix it... what can fix it, if not the greatest tool known to mankind? Answer may be "adjustment and acceptance", most probably.