Signing Off- Walter Geiff

Chapter One

Well, well, well. Look at me, on my deathbed. Who would've thought? Not the action-packed ending I had in mind. No epic battles, no fallen warriors, just the slow, agonizing crawl toward the great beyond. Hospitals, the ultimate stage for a thrilling demise.

I haven't seen the light of day in ages. Apparently, the outside world is a hazardous place. They say it's for my own good. So, here I am, lying in bed, staring at a fan. Not just any fan, mind you, but a slightly off-centre one. The soundtrack to my demise comes courtesy of its annoying creaking. You learn to appreciate the finer things in life, like the symphony of impending doom.

Now, usually, this is where you'd meet the valiant protagonist, gearing up for a grand adventure. But nope, not this time. I've had my fill of escapades, and I'm not your typical hero. Just a guy. A really sick guy. Oh, and did I mention I'm dying? Yeah, that too.

The name's Walter Geiff, but by the time you finish reading this, it might as well be Walter Ghost. I've clocked in a whopping 17 years on this rollercoaster of existence, and I'm hoping against hope to make it to 18. Spoiler alert: not holding my breath.

Now, you're probably itching to know what's killing me. Is it some exotic disease? A rare venomous snakebite? Nah, it's a lethal combo of boredom and brain cancer that's probably on the VIP list of rare diseases. But let's be real, boredom's the real killer here.

I was a mere six-year-old when they discovered my glioblastoma. Picture this: a shiny new playset, a vibrant red slide, and little me frolicking until I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Couldn't feel anything. Next thing I know, I'm on a speeding trip to A&E. Doctor-speak was like a foreign language, and my parents? Well, they wept. The diagnosis? Brain problem. Real specific.

Fast forward through years of hoping for a cure. The doctors and my folks were on the edge of their seats, hoping for a medical miracle. Me? I was just along for the ride. Who cares about brain problems when you're a carefree six-year-old?

Stay tuned for more riveting tales of Walter's hospital exploits and the thrilling adventures of... nah, who am I kidding? It's mostly just me lying here, contemplating life's cruel sense of humor.