Like an Oxford Comma

I will write. I will write, because I can, because I enjoy it and it’s the one thing that nobody can take away from me. I will write even if I go blind, albeit with crappy handwriting. I will write even if I go deaf, unable to hear the crack in your voice as you read how I have described the beauty of someone else. I will write even if I lose the physical ability to write. And if I lose that along with my voice, I will use my pulse to write love on an ECG.