The doctors told her she had lung cancer. There was nothing they could do about it.
‘You have 2 years left, at most. Sorry.’
For a while she felt miserable and wept. But soon her tears dried. From then on she prepared her modest funeral. And she started smoking too.
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Yeh baby. 🙂
Such dark humour from one so young!
My grandmother has lung cancer and she never smoked. Her husband smoked for 40 years and he is quite fine. Isn’t life darkly humorous?
(The good thing is that soon I will be inheriting some property.)
Ohhhh! *shocked face*
You are drier than the Sahara – but I do like your style. 😉
Oh my Vincent.
For a moment I thought you were writing about your paternal grandmother, but when checking back in your article about “Would We Be Happier If We Knew the Date of Our Death?” you stated she was not a smoker, but her husband was. Sometimes I think second hand smoke is just as harmful, or perhaps more harmful.
Actually I did write about her. Though so far she has not started smoking. 🙂
You have a good memory you do! I like that.
Somehow, I hope she outlives her prognoses. Life is such a precious gift.
My dear I would have done exactly the same thing. Might as well smoke and drink till the end. I’d probably smoke weed too. WTH!
What can one expect from a self-described ‘blonde bombshell’ ? 🙂
Oh you make this blonde bombshell blush. 😉
Good.
But not great. 😦
Great as well.
I love that painting…
I like that ending…. 🙂
Very good and interesting!
I wrote something like that. It was about breast cancer that doctors thought I had. And I also wrote about my own funeral. I threw both in the trash u_u
My oh my.