Synopsis
I asked the doctor.
"How much time do I have left?"
"...About three months. But there's still a good chance — you should consider the surgery..."
I gave a hollow laugh at the word chance.
Chance always holds people in place. Everyone either despairs or clings to it. The kind of hope that will pray to survive no matter what.
But that small chance wrapped in pleasant-sounding hope was just empty comfort to me.
"That's enough. How should I put it... I'm tired."
With that, I decide to cut ties and leave.
