One afternoon, we were sitting over coffee when I finally mentioned him.
“Randall couldn’t handle me being sick,” I said.
Wade stared into his cup.
“Is that what he told you?”
The divorce went through while I was still in treatment.
I looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.”
I waited, but he wouldn’t look at me again.
The divorce went through while I was still in treatment. My attorney, Patricia, helped me keep the house and understand the settlement. Randall and I had separate retirement accounts, and we divided our joint savings.
By winter, I could walk around the block without stopping.
I signed everything after reviewing it with her. I didn’t have the strength for a long fight.
By winter, I could walk around the block without stopping.
By spring, my hair was growing back.
Days before another scan, I found our canceled cottage confirmation email, unopened since the diagnosis.