“So, we took a look at your CT scans.” The nurse starts, a long pause afterwards while she looks at the folder. “I want to be honest with you, Mr. Morelli. We found a tumor that is rapidly growing.” Another long pause.

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s around 8 centimeters right now.”

“I still don’t understand. Is it a cancer one?”

A very long pause. She flips some papers, clicks her tongue, and looks at me. “It seems to be.”

I sigh. “Alright, how long have I got?”

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Just tell me. It can be a rough estimate if you don’t know the exact date but I’d like to know in advance so I can cancel my appointments. I don’t need any late fees following me to the grave.”

The nurse smiles and closes the folder. “There are many treatment plans and support for you.”

“I know that I’m going to die.”

“Surgery might even be the best option in this case—“

“I don’t want surgery. I’ve been alive a long time, ma’am, I don’t have time for that. The recovery is the hardest part, I already know. My dad died from cancer. It was from his smoking, though, but still.”

“Mr. Morelli, do you have anyone I can talk to? Any close family or friends?”

“My closest friend is death and I don’t think he wants to hear it.” I laugh, feeling a sharp pain in my head. “Can you kill me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be sorry, I just want to know. Like, euthanize me?”

“Not that I know of. I want to suggest that you go home and think about your options. Here’s Dr. Scott’s number if you have any questions.”

I sigh. “Thanks anyway.”