Hi! My name is Harold. (Hello, Harold!) No, I am not an alcoholic. I am a dying man.
What, no applause? Why the reaction? Haven’t you already encountered someone dying before? Well, I’ll tell you this, all of us are dying, you are just not aware of it.
I am 46 years old. Too young to be dying you say? I disagree, my age does not matter. Death knows no age. Well, I know that everyday, people die, they die no matter what age they have, what organization they are part of, what school they attend or even which candidate they voted for. Death knows no boundaries.
Why do I say I am dying? Because, I know I am. My body is working against me, against itself. I am nearing my death every beat my heart makes. Every cell in my body is growing old, collapsing and causes other cells to follow their fate. Autoimmune you say? No. How do I know? That is simple, I know my body. This is not a disease. This is life. Oh, I am also sure because I am a doctor. I’ll tell you how I became a doctor.
