He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

years earlier.

Marcus stormed into the house that evening.

“You’ve humiliated me.”

I looked up calmly from the blanket covering my legs.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You let people think I’m a monster.”

“You asked me not to discuss my illness.”

He opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Then whispered,

“This is ruining my reputation.”

Not my treatment.

Not my fear.

Not our continue reading …