David Everett Fisher


January 7, 2015 introspection

I Do Fear the Reaper

The other night I was walking down Belmont and enjoying the drizzle and listening to Dexter Gordon’s album, Our Man in Paris when I just froze in fear with the idea that I wasn’t going to live through my surgery. It was the panic attack kind of fear. I still am reeling from it and trying to get myself to know that I should be okay. I’m having a hard time believing myself.

Death has not been a scary thing to me. I never do something, not do something or quit anything because I might die. I never put anything down because it could kill me. Death isn’t scary. It happens. There are painful ways to die, but the scary part is the part where I am still alive and on fire nowhere near a body of water. I’m not scared of judgment in the afterlife because I know there is no afterlife. I’m not scared of coming back as a slug with a missing antenna because there is no reincarnation. I’ll be dead.

I’ve been dead for a few minutes. It’s nothing. It’s the most unexplanetory event I’ve ever been through. It sucked a few minutes before and for a few days after, but the part where I was dead was fine.

I’ve been in terrible situations where death was a possible outcome, and I wasn’t scared of it. I’ve seen people have complete meltdowns because they might die, but I haven’t. I’ve been involved in gunplay, I’ve been stabbed, I’ve been beat to an inch of my life and I just welcomed the possibility of death.

There were even instances in my life where I wanted to end my own life. I’ve had times where I couldn’t stand myself, couldn’t stand how I felt and I wished for all of it to end. I wanted to sleep forever. The pain that others have put me through ending their own lives have made me against the possibility of suicide for myself and have worked hard to not see that as an option.

Now I’m having panic attacks because I might not come to after my surgery. I’ll be put under, so I won’t know pain, but the idea that I won’t go on with my life now is unbearable.

That night I was lying in bed and my whole life was flashing before my eyes. I could recall every goddamned mistake I ever made. I saw myself retell every lie I ever told, every disappointment I ever became and every time I hurt someone. There were things that I had not thought about in a decade or so and for good reason.

I’m scared shitless. I don’t want to die. I’m 38 and I am shaking from the thought of dying. I want to keep living and experiencing life. I still have things to see and do. I still have things to make. I still have people to meet and people to love. I have good deeds to do. I have nieces to watch grow up. I still have too much to learn to die now. I’m supposed to be only half way through life.

Is it the regrets? I have many. I’m not supposed to have any, but there are unforgivable things I’ve done. I try hard to be a good person. Sometimes it isn’t easy to be good and other times it is much easier to do the right thing. I don’t regret the last few years.

I have stories to tell and pictures to draw. I have music to listen to and art I’ve never seen. I still don’t know who I am or what I want to be when I grow up and now it feels like it is too late.

My girlfriend told me a long time ago she has this fear that she’ll come home and find me dead lying in bed. For some reason I thought it was romantic at the time, but now it adds to this fear that I’m going to die really soon.

I know that the surgery is common and that my surgeon is very good. She is spoken very highly of. I know that this is supposed to let me live a long life and not walk down a painful path that cancer has taken many others down.

I guess I think death is the loneliest thing a person can do.

2 to “I Do Fear the Reaper”

  1. JoJo says...

    I know you’ll hate this, but it’s the only thing that makes sense to me when I think about death.


    This body is not me.
    I am not caught in this body.
    I am life without limit.
    I have never been born and I never die.

    Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars,
    Manifestations from my wondrous true mind.

    Since beginningless time, I have always been free.
    Birth and death are only doors through which we pass,
    sacred thresholds on our journey.
    Birth and death are a game of hide-and-seek.

    So laugh with me,
    hold my hand,
    let us say good-bye,
    say good-bye to meet again.

    We meet today,
    we will meet tomorrow,
    we meet at the source in every moment,
    we meet each other in all forms of life.

    Thich Nhat Hanh- “The Energy of Prayer”

  2. Milton McRae says...

    Pretty heavy writing Dave ! I always say I’d be OK if I died today, but you bring up all the shit I’d miss. Makes me realize I need to live everyday like it’s my last. You can’t beat your self up for your past because that’s what it is your past, can’t change it, can’t go back so you only have one option move forward and try your best to not repeat old mistakes again. Although I have not seen you in years I think about how you, Victor and all the other people I meet when I lived at the Pit that helped me get through one of the hardest times in my life. That’s the great part of AA is you make friends and even though you may not see them often they do remember you for who you have become and not who you were. Your only human so who wouldn’t freak out a little if they where going through what you are! Find that faith deep down inside that helped you in the past when you needed change in your life and trust that it will all work out. Pretty easy for me to say but harder to live it ! Hope this gives you some HOPE!!

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