I am dying, you know. But that is not the worst part of the deal. I am dying alone. Yes, when I take my last breath, I will be all alone with no one to mourn over me. Not that it matters...

You do not believe me? How can anyone be truly alone in this world?

Where are my parents? Estranged and as far away as they can possibly place themselves away from their only son.

Friends? You know, it’s funny now that you mention it, but I never made any real friends. No one I really want to spend time with, no one who will actually remember me.

And that is why when I was diagnosed as terminally ill, my brain was so numbed with fear it could not produce a name for me to seek comfort from. Of course, eventually I called my parents but neither really wanted to have anything to do with me.

I went for all my follow-up doctor visits alone, I went for all my treatment sessions alone. And when I was too weak to leave for home after those grueling treatment sessions, the doctor took pity on me and let me stayed overnight in the busy hospital.

Oh, by the way, please forgive me for not properly introducing myself. My name is Kim Jongwoon, and I am a 4th stage lung cancer patient.

It was 4 months since my first diagnosis and I have since checked myself into a care facility famous for pain relief management because the truth is that I can no longer function without drastic pain relief.