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(April 29, 2016)Dmitrij had another operation and another six weeks of radiation. He heard he might be paralyzed from the waste down, he started writing his will—his DVDs would need a new owner. When the white walls of the clinic seemed to close in on him, it helped him to read the comments from his readers."What used to matter to me and doesn't anymore:
College.
Sex."
(July 2016, "Ask Me Anything" on Reddit)He was admitted to a recovery center—not a hospice, because he wasn't set to die that soon. He didn't want to know how much time he had left, exactly. He's not scared of death—some people die unhappily at 100, he'll die fulfilled before he's 30. He wrote that he's not interested in touring the world, but he's sad about missing out on a few things: that he never went to the all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet around the corner from a Penny supermarket in Bonn. And not being able to play all the video games that haven't been released yet."Last time, I wrote that I'm not really afraid of dying. Maybe I should have said that I'm not really afraid of being dead. When you're dying, there's still some life in you and sometimes I think that I'm afraid of life."
(May 11, 2016)
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(June 4, 2016)Dmitrij was sent home on June 9 of this year.After his death, Sabine will post his final blog entry for him.