is what my husband has. And it means now that his liver is failing and a transplant is needed. Wanting someone, anyone, to die so that my husband can have a liver and recover feels very wrong, but I can’t help it. I’m emotionally exhausted after the last few weeks and I just want things to go back to normal. It’s not going to happen. Things will never be normal again. I have to find a way through this and I have to find it now.
- "Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." - Helen Keller
- "Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got." - Janis Joplin
- "Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty and wisdom will come to you that way." - Christopher Hitchens