A Person Walks to the Terminal

Cancer, late stage, one year. Three words kept echoing in Cheng Siqin's mind. Some bitterness, some relief. Regardless of whether I can let it go or not, I have to let it go now. This life has been very unsatisfactory. Maybe this is the ending arranged by God, but it's actually not that bad. For Cheng Siqin, this is not a relief. (Because I am not a cancer patient and have not had much contact with it. I don't know what symptoms cancer will have, so I am not professional. Please forgive me.)