Chapter 1, from the beginning:
"I'm middle aged. I've always been ambivalent about living but I went
along and did my best, which, it turns out, was a dismal endeavor. I'm
not one of those people who needed to almost die in a plane crash to
wake up and smell life's coffee; I've always loved being here, just
never liked the 'here' very much. I noticed a lump in my groin about a
year ago. I don't have a doctor, of course no insurance, and because I
can't seem to make a dent on earth I've wondered if I shouldn't just
let nature take its course. We don't all get to live. I wanted a life
of quality over quantity, but there are so many things here I love like
I can't even tell you. In the last month my health has changed
dramatically. I'm struggling. I'm scared shitless. I don't know what
to do, and I have no one to talk to, so I thought this might help
temper my growing anxiety. I have no idea where this is going. I
just need to do it."
Chapter 2, from the beginning:
"If you're just joining us, here's what you missed from Chapter One.
Then: I'm old, not attractive and kind of squidgy. I got sick, I
couldn't find a doctor who'd take me because I don't have insurance, a
lot of people were being mean to me, I had a complete breakdown, and I
whined about it for many, many pages.
Now: I'm old, not attractive and kind of squidgy. I'm still sick,
I still haven't found a doctor, people are still mean to me (see
sentence number one), I'm coming back from the breakdown, and I'm going
to whine about it for many, many pages.
And so it goes."
Chapter 3:
Etc.
chapter 3.