I eventually got an organ donor and got the right insurance that would cover the growth in my stomache. So I managed to live. My wife and daughter came home and I started to go to work again and for the most part except the occational dream about the sludge covering me, the next 3 months were uneventful.
Which made me feel safe and think of the earlier happenings as delusions of my sickness, which of course...it wasn't.
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