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I had left open, shut when I came back upstairs.
After Chemotherapy, I Caught My Husband With My Sister—Instead of Causing a Scene, I Invited Them to Dinner and Changed Their Lives Forever
“You’re keeping that door closed now?” I had asked him one night.
“I’ve just felt like it lately. The hallway light wakes me up.”
I let it go.
After all, chemo affects how you think. Everyone said so. My doctor. My mother. Most of all, Harold.
