It can be good to admit to making a mistake

I have a terminal condition of which I have been aware for some time. It is hereditary, and therefore outside of my control.

Both of my parents have already succumbed to it, my father at 89, and my mother at just shy of 95. No matter how good I might feel, I know the condition is fatal.

I have probably done well to make it this far as this condition has the propensity to strike from conception onwards, so it might be described as foetal. Neither is it rare, nor is any immunity known to it. In fact it is so universal, it might be considered normal.