"Almost eight months," Adele said happily, clapping her hands together. "And before that, five months." She really had been doing amazingly well lately. Her visit eight months ago hadn't even been terribly important, she'd just caught a cold that went to her lungs (they always did) and they'd been worried about her lungs starting to fail again. They hadn't, though.
She grinned. She'd have made a prediction about how long it would be until she needed the hospital again, but predictions regarding her health never seemed to come true. Coming from a doctor and regarding how long she had to live, they had so far been completely wrong. But if she said it herself, it might end up jinxing her luck. She wasn't too superstitious, but she wasn't going to try to predict the future, either.