Reflections: A Final Countdown 10 minutes. That is all I have. 10 minutes before they take me off life support. Do they even know that I can feel how hard this is for them? Can’t they understand that this is what I want? I’ve lived in this wicked world for much too long. This battle has been out of my hands for a while a now. I can’t remember the moment when I realized that I knew I would lose. I think it is something I came to gradually. After each test result came back positive. After each scan came back riddled with new tumors. After each new experimental drug failed. Those are the moments that I slowly began to realize that I no longer had power over my own life. I knew exactly what I was doing when I decided to stop the treatments. I am ready for this to end. I know they want to understand, but their grief is clouding the joy that they should be feeling. 9 family members gathered around me. At least from what I can hear. I can’t see them, but I hear a melody of the sweet voic...