Six Months To Live Novels & Stories

But seeing the doctor's grave expression, she knew that the results she was facing were not good. Her heart constricted as she looked at the doctor. The doctor said, "Mr. Holly probably has about six months left." "Six months?" Bianca's voice sounded dull, as if she couldn't hear herself. The words hit her heart like a sledgehammer, causing instant pain and suffocation.

I came clear, and his head moved upward and downward. “I wasn’t expecting you to believe that easily.” He responded, his once Grey eyes now filled with sadness, causing it to darken. “I have cancer. We found out a few months ago, and the doctor…he said I have just six months to go.” He paused to laugh softly while a mild pain spread through my heart. “Don’t blame them. They just want to see their father happy until the day of his death.” He added, his eyes getting darker with each word.

I explained. “Then, what about the drug? There has to be something, right? Anything at all that would help!” I shook my head. “There is nothing,” I explained. “The doctor said there isn't a known antidote yet and that I have two to three months to live, he said it like I should prepare for it. I am being given an ultimatum, I have kids, the company, who would look after them when I am gone?” She shook her head. “Nothing would happen to you,”

I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old. This disease causes my body to generate excessive mucus, causing problems in my lungs, pancreas and other organs. There is no cure, but there is a treatment. There is also the possibility of a lung transplant, I have been on the waiting list for years, although if you ask me my hopes of having new lungs have gone down a cliff. I don't care anymore, I guess I have entered the acceptance phase, where if they talk to me about my life expectancy and confess that I only have a few months left I might sigh with relief, a break from all this what you call "life" wouldn't hurt.

the doctor broke the sad but real news to her It took everything in her not to break down in tears, she wanted to face the doctor and say to his face that he is lying because she promised to spend more time with her daughter after they have escaped bondage but now it turns out that all those dreams will just perish because she has just six months to live. Six month Just Six...month She has just six months to stay with Alice. She will be dying in the next six months...just six months to live.

Luna asked "She said cancer has spread through her body and so the medications aren't working" June sniffed "Shit" Luna cussed out "She is at the last stage already Luna," June said as she finally closed her eyes, letting the tears fall "So what do we do now, is there some other kind of medications or drugs we need to get now?" Luna asked and June nodded in disagreement. "There isn't anything we can do. Doctor Rachael said she has a few months left to live now" June finished and Luna pulled her in for a hug as she brushed her hands through her hair.

“The doctors say your condition has only gotten worse.” “How long do I have left to live?” I asked point-blank, not beating around the bush. “Please, be honest with me. A somber look crossed Martin’s features. Words were caught in his throat as he struggled to answer. It seemed he was caught between wanting to comfort me and wanting to give me the honest truth. “If we’re lucky? Six months at most.” Blood pumped in my ears at the news. I only had six months? That’s what the first doctor had told me after I’d lost my baby. Hearing it again sent a hollow pang in my heart.

Had watched him suffer through chemo, seen how it stripped away his vitality without guarantee of success. "How long?" she whispered. "Without treatment, how long?" "The doctor says six months to a year. Maybe longer, maybe shorter. Cancer doesn't follow schedules." Six months to a year. Time to say goodbye, but not enough time for everything she wanted to say and do and share with him. "Okay," Lucy said finally. "Okay. We do it your way. Quality over quantity." Jackson exhaled with relief. "Thank you. And Lucy, I need you to promise me something."

I felt blood rising to my ears. “How short are we talking about?” Mom asked. “He has just six months left.” Mom's hands went flaccid in mine. “Wait, doctor, how can you say he has only six months left? This man was healthy and strong just last week.” “Well, the cancer must have been developing in his system for a while now.” “I know it's difficult to come to terms with the fact with the fact that your loved one is dying, but you have to stay strong. He will need all the support.”

“No, you just told me you have six months to live, I’m still trying to process all of it and we haven’t even talked yet, I need to—“ “Go to Marlani, we have six months to get you to process this.”