Until I Disappear
“Miss Green, the results show that you have late-stage pancreatic cancer. The situation isn’t good for you. If you give up on treatment, you might have less than a month left. Are you sure you don’t want to receive treatment? Will your husband agree to it?”
“I’m sure that… he will.”
After I hung up, I surveyed the empty house and felt sadness fill every fiber of my heart.
I had thought that the pain I felt was due to my dear old friend, gastritis, but it was cancer.
I sighed and looked at the picture on the table.
The eighteen-year-old Zach Stone stared at me in the photo.
It had been years since, but I still remembered how the snow had fallen on my hair. At that time, Zach had smiled and asked whether this counted as us growing old together.