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Death has inflicted a deep wound on my life which will not heal anymore. Ever since someone called this wound “cancer” and declared it incurable, I have been living with the presence of death in my everyday life.

It glares at me when I look at myself in the mirror. In the mornings, it wakes up at my side and it huddles up against me in bed at night. It laughs with me in my happiest moments and cries with me ...