He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

stuff. The appointments. The cancer. Every morning it’s something new.”

“I thought you’d want to know.”

“I don’t.”

The words came so quickly they sounded rehearsed.

“I’m exhausted, Natalie. Every conversation turns into another medical update. I can’t keep living like this.”

I searched his face, waiting for him to soften, to apologize, to realize what he’d continue reading …