The doctors provide few answers. This is about luck and happenstance, precisely what science can never fully explain or master. To a large extent, chance sent that blood clot through the pfo, and chance determined where it would land. Had it touched down in any number of other places in my brain, it might have killed me. Or if I were older and got cancer or heart disease or even a stroke, I could say, well, I am old, I am bound to get the diseases of aging.
Life is random, no meaning, just chaos.
I think I'm just going to unplug it. I don't know why, but I itch all over and can't muster the strength to scratch. I don't feel that bad, though. They've given me a great deal of morphine. She looks at me, my skin pallid, practically yellow, and all these tubes.