arrangements raze "not that i'm sitting around waiting for you to die or anything," he said. "but when it happens, my plan is to sell the house and get a condo. nick can live with me if he wants." "i want to take a trip to europe with our son," his wife said. "just the two of us." "we don't have the money for that." "remember what you told me last year? you said, 'anything you want to do, anywhere you want to go, just tell me and we'll do it.' i'm dying. this is what i want." the drugs she was taking were killing her faster than the cancer her body couldn't outpace. she had a coughing fit and cracked a rib. "okay," he said. "you're right. okay." a week later he told his wife he couldn't breathe. "feels like there's a five-hundred-pound weight on my chest," he said. she called an ambulance. the paramedics told him he was having a heart_attack. they gave him nitroglycerine and aspirin. at the hospital they said plaque was blocking the flow of blood to his heart. they pumped him full of morphine and gravol and left him waiting in the emergency room for twenty_one hours. he heard a few nurses talking about a bug. he knew he'd caught it when his piss turned brown. his body temperature spiked. they shoved ice cubes under his arms, wrapped some more around his head, and rescheduled his angioplasty. they opened up his chest once they had the fever under control. his heart was fine. they told him he had angina and sent him home. "finally," he said. "the wi-fi here is shit." 240811 what's it to you? who go blather from