Saw my uncle on his deathbed today.

So I went to visit my uncle today who is dying of lung cancer. He is the only family member I respect. He’s 77. I had a bad motorcycle wreck last year, lost my career because I was medically suspended by the bar association, was unceremoniously dropped by my girlfriend; and just tired of this shit. What’s the point in staying alive and experiencing a long painful demise? Why not just handle it yourself? No fucking point.