A Terminal Case

A Terminal Case

 

“You won’t believe what he said today.”

His wife’s reflections after her doctor’s appointments were understandably anxiety-ridden, and she needed his support.

“We don’t have much time left.  I don’t have much time left. That’s what he said.  You don’t seem to care. “

“Of course I care.  It breaks my heart to see you like this.  It’s just not the same for me.  Let’s make the best of it.”

“He always says it won’t be painful . . .”

“That’s a huge point.”

“Most people have mild or no side effects.”

“Another plus.”

“And it’s pretty quick, right?”

“Of course. Faster is better, right?”

“I suppose.”

“Did he give you the anti-nausea medication?”

“Yep, right here. Well, he’s right. We—I—don’t have much time.  The decision has been made.”

 

They kissed and he squeezed her hands.

He gave his terrified wife a thumbs up as he watched her walk down the terminal to board her first flight ever.

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