1) frozen, plan, about, breath, family
Her plan hadn't involved any of this. Betsy shook her head. It was supposed to be right about now that she was lying down, frozen, to wait for as long as it took.
Unfortunately, her family - no, be fair, only one family member objected. Unfortunately, her mother had found out.
Betsy took a deep breath, then another, and tried to avoid listening to her mother's impassioned pleas.
2) write about wooden spoons and leather belts
"Mom," she said, trying to break the flow of words. "Mom, please don't do this. You know I'm sick. This is my only chance. I can't wait it out here, I don't have that much time."
"People thought that a long time ago. Did you hear in the news? They're dead now. Their bodies thawed and didn't come back to life."
"Yes Mom, I heard. That was part of the information the doctors gave me. They have new techniques. But I've already made up my mind. I'm going. I'm an adult. You can't paddle me with a wooden spoon or anything." Betsy hooked her thumbs in her leather belt and stood up.
"But you're killing yourself. You know that, don't you?"
"Not doing this will kill me even more surely."
3) write about circles (or cycles)
Betsy turned and walked out, closing her ears to her mother's voice. She wasn't followed. She paced the length of the hallway outside her mom's apartment a few times, then headed down the stairs with her phone out, dialling her husband's number.
He had objected at first too, but they had settled things. She had gone through this convincing phase so many times it was getting repetitive, like an endless loop, restarting with each new person who insisted that she couldn't possibly try freezing as a way to a cure.
She only had to wait a minute before their car appeared, and stopped in front of her.
"Let's get this over with. I should never have agreed to talk to Mom."
"I was going to ask how it went, but I guess I don't have to anymore."
"Hah. Basically. Let's go to the clinic, get this done before I change my mind."
The car didn't move. "Do you have doubts?"
"Stop that. We agreed to do this."
"You still have years."
"And I don't want to be in horrible shape for when the cure appears - I don't want to be so far gone that the cure can't do anything for me."
"But you have doubts."
"Just drive," Betsy snapped, and crossed her arms over her chest.
