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I don't want this to be one of those "famous last word" statements. But remember in the nineties when the doctor was 100 percent sure I had Multipleschrosis? It turned out I didn't have it, just fibermyalgia and over active nervous system.
Now it appears I may have stomach cancer. Just a note, if I end up living my last few months in a hospital bed wasting away from cancer, I am not going to be a gracious patient, and I am going to be a big drama queen and I am going to be difficult, they will drag me to the grave kicking and screaming. I want a recount! Dammit, and if I meet God on the other side I will explain to him about my lack of faith.