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putting on a look of humble devotion.
After Chemotherapy, I Caught My Husband With My Sister—Instead of Causing a Scene, I Invited Them to Dinner and Changed Their Lives Forever
“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” I said.
My mother squeezed my hand tighter.
Roast beef was passed around; wine was poured. My father asked about my latest test results, and I told him the numbers.
Harold added, “Her doctor says she’s a fighter.”
