This essay describes a person's seven last words and how he would use them. The writer chooses them and then shows how he will survive because they are the only sounds he will be able to make. Something horrifying is happening to me. My vocabulary is decreasing at an alarming rate. Yesterday my vocabulary was 10,000 words; today it is 5,000, and my doctor told me that in one hour I would know only 7 words. This insidious disease allows me to keep only seven words and they will be my only means of verbal communication for the remainder of my days. There is no cure for this disease, but I have one small blessing: I may choose the words I want to keep. They must meet my every need. I must choose carefully, but my fear is waning. With the words," yes"," no"," food", "drink"," hurt", "go", and "bathroom" I will be able to communicate my every need.
