When I think about it, it seems I hated my life even before my wife died in May 2012 because of glioblastoma. Glioblastoma is not a name of an alien life-form. It is a horrible brain cancer that kills 80% of the patients within 1 year. I did my best, though I sometime faltered because it was too hard to serve as the only caretaker for my wife, for the three year period from 2009 to 2012, to save my wife. I failed. She died. My life sucked the very moment I found out she had the cancer and it still sucks. Why I hated my life before all this happened? I used to tell my mother in my teens. “If you had asked me if I want to come out to this world before you gave birth to me, I must have said NO.” My mother’s typical response to this ungrateful remark was “You, son of a bitch.” Anyway, the point is I was a pessimist since I was a boy. And my life turned to the direction that made me more and more of pessimist. The only thing that made my life meaningful was my wife. She was a down-...