I was really hoping to get a Friends and Family invite. But I don't have any friends. And all my family died in a fire when I was but a lad. I was crippled. Confined to this damned wheelchair, my hands and heart calloused like so much skin that has been calloused due to friction and whatever else causes callouses to form. My only solace from this lonely, barren, nightmare of existence was to be included in Bungie's Friends and Family program. I bent all my will toward this one hope. This one bright, pinpoint of light piercing the darkness of my subterranean hovel I've filled with the littered carcasses of Fun Size Cheetos bags and empty cans of Diet Mountain Dew. But now it seems that all may be lost. Seems I must find a way to be content with pixelated content streaming from my tiny, computer (which was also in the fire, and is also confined to a wheelchair), while others (with fully functioning legs and friends and family) enjoy what was to be my motivation to go on living. Oh well, I guess fair is fair.
And I have cancer.
And I only have four days to live.
Because of the cancer, which will kill me. In four days.