He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

hand and tell me we’d get through it together.

Instead, the following morning, I quietly mentioned that chemotherapy would probably begin within two weeks.

Marcus slammed his coffee mug onto the table so hard it cracked against the wood.

“Can we not do this right now?”

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“This.” He waved his hand impatiently. “The doctor continue reading …