A Wake-Up Call to Let Me Escape From the Garbage

On my birthday of 49, my brain tumor had another attack.

My vision has become blurry, and my brain can no longer think clearly.

I knew that I may not have many days left to live.

The medical staff worked hard to keep me stable, and they picked up my phone to contact my families.

When the nurse dialed the 10th call, I finally heard my wife's voice, which was full of anger: "Why are you so annoying? Why do you keep calling me? I'm going to fly to Florence with Tim - don't contact me unless there's an emergency."

Then my daughter's voice came over, sounding very cold: "Mom, if this man passes away, that would be great. The insurance money can be directly transferred to my account. I have always wanted a new motorcycle."

After hearing this, I have no resentment.

Strangely, I actually feel like the burden on me is disappearing.

Perhaps it's finally time to bid farewell to this unfortunate life.