I Run The Local Death Cafe
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2 min readJun 20, 2024
It started with being told I had five years to live. I was ill with a heart disease. Residents came to my room and we chatted in hushed voices at night about what the future might look like — and how much future might be left. I’d been admitted after turning blue at an ultramarathon I was participating in and kept for observation, seeing all sorts of medical professionals who were curious about my case.