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Manic Monday #189
You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks.
Ok … I call Hospice. I tell them what is happening and become their patient, in case I need any end of life care and pain management. Then, I go to see my friends that have scattered all over the US. I live my last six months to the fullest. Because if I have to live my life with a shitty memory and less intellegence, and I know about it … I’d rather enjoy the quality of life I have left with a tumor that will kill me.
How do you spend the next fourteen days?
What, after the brain tumor? I go see all my friends that I miss very much and spend time with my family and my husband.
If we are not talking about the above question of brain tumors, and just every day life … I’ll be working, spending time with friends, knitting, spinning, and gearing up for the holiday season.
Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly.
What do you talk about?
You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon.
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