Chapter One
A female human can live up to 85 years on average from where I am. Technically, I still have 661 more months, a.k.a 55 years and 1 month, to live. But 31 days before my 30th birthday, I was told that I have stage four adenocarcinoma, a fancy word for stomach cancer, and I have one month left to live.
Oh damn.
Hi. My name's Evelyn. People call me Eve. My best friend, and only my best friend, Katie, calls me E. She also calls me Ella or Ellie. Yeah, not going to lie, she's a little weirdo. But she's my weirdo since college.
Anyway, yes, I have stomach cancer. I walked out of the doctor's room with a blank face. The doctor and nurses in the room look worried about me. This is probably the first time a patient took the cancer news this calmly. Oddly, I feel okay. Maybe it hasn't hit me yet, but I was very calm. As if I predicted something like that would happen to me in my life.
I continue walking and saw an empty bench next to the exit of the hospital. Should I sit there and start crying? I could, but the sun is really blazing today and the weather is crazy hot. I really don't want to start sweating.
I walked back to my loft and changed into my PJs. I blast the A.C and laid down on my couch. Maybe now's the time to start sobbing like I think I'm supposed to?
Is it weird that I don't want to cry? I mean, I only have 31 days left and I've already wasted half a day at the hospital. If anything, I want to make full use of the remaining 30 days that I have. I pull out some paper and a pen. I sat on my desk.
I am going to pen down a list of things to do. Things I've been too afraid to try. Things I've never had the time to do. Things I've thought was too expensive and not worth it.
30 days and 30 things. One thing to do for each day, and I am going to stick to it.
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At 30
Short StoryThis is Eve. 31 days to her 30th birthday, she found out that she has only 30 days left to live.
