The diagnosis was clear, the prognosis uncertain: Carcinoid Syndrome and carcinoid tumours. It all began with strange aches and pains, flushing, and shortness of breath. I went to doctor after doctor, but none of them could give me the answers I was seeking.
The tests revealed a cascade of tumors in several places in my body. The doctors could do nothing to slow the progression of this insidious disease. As time passed, my symptoms worsened: I was often bedridden with pain, and the flushing became more frequent and intense. Even with medication, I felt unable to cope with my declining health.
My friends and family tried to be supportive, but there was nothing anyone could do at this point. I was reduced to a shell of my former self, barely able to move, unable to eat, and completely overwhelmed with grief. There were times when I wished I would pass away and be spared the misery of this cruel diagnosis.
But then suddenly, it was over. I had passed away, in the same bed where I had been confined for so long. I never got to experience a miracle cure, or go on any grand adventures I had always wanted to go on. But at least, I was provided a peaceful end.
Carcinoid Syndrome was a difficult journey, but now it is over. And while I may not have been victorious in the end, I can still take solace in knowing that I faced this battle with courage and determination.