His lungs no longer caused his chest to distend on each inhale; the meek attempt of rejuvenating the oxygen levels in his system left him feeling tired, and unaccomplished. His smile began to fade as reality began to sink in. Today, his birthday, was the most dire day yet. Battling cancer was rough, but with her by his side, he remained confident and tough. Fighting the war against death, his life was considering the white flag. He faced each day with a sly smirk, or a half attempted smile. The tremors in his hands caused every morning to be more interesting than planned, with a coffee in hand, and a balancing act in play. The doctor said he shouldn't have coffee, claiming his body was already working as fast as possible. Caffeine was no longer a means of energisation, much rather a rebellion, a test, to see how excited his body could get, before his 84th birthday. Today, his hands shook to an extent he had no yet witnessed. He planned to skip the coffee, just this once, to calm his nerves, he told himself. On his 84th birthday, he sighed to himself, and laughed lightly. For someone who's been through so much, at least I've made in this far, he though.
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