I am so sorry.
Words cannot even begin to express my sadness for you. I am sorry that you are dying, but even more sorry that you are dying in a concrete tank instead your ocean home off the coast of Iceland.
For more than thirty years, you have been held captive in one tiny pool or another, first in Sealand and now in SeaWorld. Of course, neither place resembles the sea where you were born. Your imprisonment spans nearly your entire life. You have been forced to perform tricks for food, forced to donate sperm, forced to endure isolation, and forced to live a shell of a life that in no way resembles the true nature of an orca. The pain you have suffered is simply incomprehensible.