I hadn't doubted myself up to that point, where I found myself standing in front of a set of heavy

steel doors. It is just a storage cabinet, I kept telling myself. The sight of the green metal

alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. I'm not sure about this, I said, as the guards

prepared me for the journey. They fitted me with a body cam and audio recording equipment.

All they wanted for me was footage from within the cabinet.

Come on, George, Dr. Zelensky said.

Think about your family.

His words were almost insulting.

My family was all that occupied my mind,

and unless I did this one job, I'd be leaving

behind a little more than a mountain of debt.

Your time on this planet is limited, and no medicine in this world will be able to save

you.

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

He asked.

Do you want to be the man that handed your family a secure future?

Or do you want to be the man remembered as a financial burden?

Cancer had already taken its toll on my body, to the point where the doctors had stopped

chemo a month prior.

Physically, I was feeling better than I had in months.

But the lack of literal poison flowing through my body meant the cancer could spread

unopposed to the point where my body just gave in. I could have spent the last couple of months

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