[ WP ] A way to beat terminal diseases has been newly discovered . A suicidal person can `` exchange '' themselves to save a terminally ill patient from disease/death . The only requirement is they must meet face to face to agree beforehand .

`` Have you ever been in love?'' She asked 
 
 His eyes seemed to light up. He sat up and shifted in his seat so that he could rest against its back. 
 
 `` Her name was Cheryl. Brunette just like you, and boy did she have a personality. She would argue until she was blue in the face over just about anything. Boy was she a fighter. We met in our formative years and married when we graduated high school. She left for school and I left for Vietnam, but we knew we would make it. We settled down a few miles south of here. Torrance. It has the best beach. You need to visit it after all this.'' 
 
 He traced the sides of his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, brushing away imaginary debris from his dull white stubble. 
 
 `` She passed away two years ago. Lymphoma the same as yours.'' 
 
 `` I'm so sorry'' She said. 
 
 `` It's okay. We both lived full lives. And you?'' 
 
 She sat there for a moment. A sleepy wisp of stray breeze grazed past her face. Her honey brown hair attempted to dust away the little brown freckles that line her cheeks and trekked over the bridge of her nose. She was surely one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She looked up; her deep brown eyes met his faded blue. 
 
 `` No, I suppose not'' she replied. 
 
 She had felt something before. They met when they were in their senior year of high school and had lasted through the first year and a half of college. She sensed distance growing between them as soon as she revealed her diagnosis. His once warming embrace became as characterless as the passing faceless crowd that swept through the subway station that brought them to and from work, school, and home. He had left her only weeks ago. 
 
 Sorrow pulled a morose offer of condolence from his heart, but it was met with a forced smile that quickly faded from her lips as they rested back into her acceptance of the situation. 
 
 She thought for a few minutes. She stared at the stainless steel tabletop that sat between them as if it would offer some form of inspiration. The fluorescent lights that lit the empty cafeteria left blurred white bars that reflected in the circular brush marks that dulled the steel. She traced an invisible circle on the table, then asked the man. 
 
 `` If you could have one'do-over', what one thing in life would you do differently?'' 
 
 He closed his eyes and shook his head in disappointment. 
 
 `` Live your life. The only way to learn is to err. If you had already known, you would never have committed the mistake in the first place, but without having made the mistake, you would not have learned. It's the irony of life, but it's one of the only constants of life. You ca n't go through this life thinking about what you would have done differently. It's damaging. Learn instead and focus on the lesson.'' 
 
 She nodded. 
 
 `` Is there anything else you want to know?'' he asked. 
 
 She shook her head. 
 
 He raised his hand and a stout female nurse emerged from the doors behind the girl. 
 
 The girl gripped at her stomach. When the nurse grabbed the girl's wheelchair handles she spoke. 
 
 `` The nervousness you're experiencing is completely normal, but I assure you: you're in very competent hands.'' 
 
 She wheeled her away from the table and towards the doors as another nurse, this one taller, walked toward the old man. 
 
 `` Are you ready, sir?'' She asked. 
 
 `` Yes, I'm ready. It's my time'' He replied.
