My Wife Married Me During Her Final Week—Then Her Will Exposed Why She Had Demanded the Wedding

autoimmune disease that, at first, I didn’t take seriously enough. We were 27. It was summer. People that young didn’t die. At least, not in my world at the time. Margaret had a way of helping me believe that too.

She joked about hospital gowns. She named her IV pole Stanley. She laughed at stupid things. Whenever nurses asked her to rate her pain from continue reading …