Wasting
Leo Driver
Being born with antlers is a death sentence. Chronic Wasting Disease is why. It is practically becoming a zombie in real time.
It is never consistent on when it decides to eat its host alive, but nearly everyone I know that has antlers like me ended up perishing in agony at some point.
And now it’s my turn.
The symptoms are always subtle in the beginning, disguising itself as that of the flu or other less serious illnesses. BUT you will know what it is when it doesn’t clear up.
I’m not at the final stages yet, but I am not far from it either. It has been painful, breathing heavily as I struggle to walk without my cane. Even laying in bed doesn’t help anymore, having my head pound while my joints continue to deteriorate the more they’ne not in use.
I want this to be over, but this didsease is cruel in its pace. It will take its sweet time to end a life, similar to that of cancer. It’s disgusting, and at this point I’d rother go out my own way than to keep fighting a losing battle…
Oh, that would be the case… Except for one thing, Marie.
My lovely Marie, who has been there for me since the beginning.
My darling who will never leave me, no matter how much I beg her to. She and only she has been my only reason to live through my impending doom.
Without her, I wouldn’t be able to fight as hard as I do. She brings me hope where there isn’t any. If she wants me to beat the odds, then I will! Goddamn it, I will!
Even as I waste away like the many before me, I will do my best to defy my fate! If not for Marie, but for me as well!
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