My mother was told that she had months to live, a maximum of half a year. She wasn't worried, not for her, not for her health, not for her life. On the third day after receiving the news, I found myself walking with my mother in my father's field.
I asked her if she was going to die.
“The doctor had told my sister-in-law that living five months would be a long time for her, and she would soon pass away. She died five years later and the doctor who predicted her life span died before her. The doctor had told my sister that with the operation she could live, twelve days later she died.”
“It doesn't need anything to die, the only thing left is to have lived.”— She said
