I find it rather odd, that when I am faced with an almost certain death that I would reflect on my life and think of all the things I once wanted to do, but never got the chance to do. For instance, I once upon a time dreamed of becoming president of the USA. I once dreamed of having a husband and a family. I once dreamed of being a millionaire.

I find it odd that the only thing I wish I could have had that I did not was the husband and children. Over all, I am quite satisfied with how my life turned out. I am quite happy with the life I have lead. 

No, I was not successful at very much. I barely finished a 2 year degree and now I am working toward a 2nd two year degree. I would hardly say I was accomplished with anything. I am content though. 

I find it even more odd, that I do not think of death like I should. I am not really thinking too much about how my liver and how it is malfunctioning could lead to an untimely end to my life. I just go about each day as I did before I found out.