He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

got food poisoning. The time I had bronchitis and he complained the coughing kept him up. The month my mother was dying and he asked if we really had to drive to the hospice every day.

None of this began with cancer.

Cancer just took the wallpaper off.

Glen walked past us carrying a new deadbolt in a plastic package.

Marcus looked at the front door, then continue reading …