Lies
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you only have uh, five years left to live."
'Five years?" I gasped.
"I'm so sorry miss. May I suggest that you spend these last years living them to the fullest? I wouldn't want you to waste the last bit of your life."
"Thank you doctor. I'll try." I sniffed.
When I got to the car, I called my best friend and told her to grab her passport, we were going to Europe.
One year later, I am living my best life, sitting with my boyfriend, Jean Paul, under in our favorite cafe, drinking our favorite coffee in Paris. After two weeks of travelling through Europe, my best friend had to go back home, but I couldn't. I decided to stay in Paris, in the cutest little bed and breakfast, run by the sweetest old lady. I met Jean Paul six months into my stay, and I have been the happiest I have been for a very long time. Jean Paul and I have even been talking about getting married one day.
As I am finishing the last of my coffee, I get a call from an American number. I decided to pick up. It was the doctor that had given me the bad news last year.
"Hello, how are you Lisa?"
"Hi Dr. Procter. Why are you calling?"
"Well, I was calling to congratulate you."
"On what?"
"Well, remember our last appointment?"
"Of course, that was kinda what changed my life."
"Well, I wasn't exactly honest with you that day."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you only had about 4-6 months in reality."
"What?!"
"I told you that you had five years left, so you would use what time you had left to be happy. If I told you how long you actually had, you wouldn't have enjoyed it like you have been. And it has seemed to increase your lifespan as well. Thinking that you were supposed to die five years in the future created the placebo effect. The 6 months passed by without you giving it a single thought."
"Wow. I really don't know what to say. Thank you doctor. If I knew that I didn't have that much time, I probably would have moped and not done everything I have so far. I think that I am just going to keep thinking I have 4 years left. I have plans."
"Good for you Lisa, I'm proud of you, and what you have accomplished. I'll let you get back to your life now."
"Thank you." I hung up, flabbergasted. Jean Paul gave me an adorable smile, and my life fell back into place, exactly where I was supposed to be.