Her face shone with the warm light of new life. ...And then there's me, cooped up in the hospital, struggling to breathe. Compared to her light, I'm but a vanishing shadow. Misery is a harsh mistress. I feel as though I'm lying in an unyielding darkness. ...Can you understand how I feel?

*wheeze* *cough* Sorry... It seems I used too many words today. I'd like us to be able to speak here again some time...

My... body feels lighter... Thank you for everything... ...Coming to see me, talking... even discussing the meaning of life... I... I can be glad that I was born...