I'm sick of being sick.

Every half an hour I look at my bed, thinking I would much rather go and simply die in my sleep. I have problems to catch any sleep, I have problems staying awake. No energy to keep myself in shape. Body fluids gathering to places they are unwelcome to. Losing muscles, weakness in legs, balance problems. This is not life, merely an imitation of it. I hope this cancer will finish me off sooner than later.