Time

Time is all we have and what we constantly don't have enough of. I hear it daily it seems. "Not enough time". Sometimes out of my own mouth, sometimes others but it's constant. It's Friday the 13th at 2:30 PST and my cousin has around four hours to live. She's opting out of the slow torture that is terminal cancer. I had no idea it was even an option in California but I guess it's a fairly recent option. Having watched the rapid and painful decline of my dad in the last few weeks of his life, I say it's the right option but I can't wrap my head around what must be going through her mind. To know the time of your own death. She's 42 years old and she literally doesn't have enough time. Fucking cancer.