"Why would you do that?" Her voice was below a whisper.
I had little I could say except: "I had to."
"How do you know that you will die?"
"The doctor said so." I shrugged.
"But surely there must be something they can do? Chemotherapy?"
Firmly, I shook my head, "I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well not be ill and enjoy what I have left as best I can."
Dumbly, Mis Davis just stared at me, "You won't even try?"
"Won't even try?" Now I fought a new surge of tears, "Miss, you don't know how hard this has been for me already. You don't know how hard I have tried to carry on, it's a miracle I've stayed alive and upright this long."
"But you're Alli." Feebly she protested, "No matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up again."
"Not this time. This time I'm staying down." My tears spilled over again.
"Please, promise me one thing, just one thing. Because you don't know how much you mean to me, to everyone."
"Try chemotherapy once, maybe twice. Please. Promise me."