My Life Without Me

Shut up!
If you don't kiss me right now,
I'm goinna fucking scream.

Hello, Ann.
This some kind of therapy
to get over your shyness?

Something like that.
So you didn't come last week.
There didn't seem to be a lot of point.
I have to give you a further scan
and a fuller biopsy.

No, I'm sorry.
I don't want any of those things, okay?
I need to feel
like I've got some control.

So I don't want any more tests
if they're not going to save me.

I don't want to die here.
I will not have the only thing my kids
remember about me be a hospital ward.

So why are you here?
It's this package.
I want you to look after it for me.
I don't know. What is it?
I've recorded birthday messages
for both of my daughters,

for every birthday
till they're eighteen.

And you want me
to give these, don't you?

Why don't you ask your husband?
'cause Don, you know, he'd lose them
or maybe he'd give them to them next year,
and maybe the year after that,