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Waking up in the middle of the night, his wife felt a sharp, unpleasant light\u2014so bright it pierced her closed eyelids.<\/p>\n
Her husband had probably fallen asleep at the computer again, as he often did lately. He’d started working late, staying up late, and sometimes simply falling asleep before reaching bed.<\/p>\n
His wife had gotten used to it and attributed it to fatigue. It was 2:30 a.m.<\/p>\n
She got up, wrapping herself in a warm robe, and quietly walked to the desk to wake her husband and put him to bed.<\/p>\n
He was asleep, his face buried in his hands, his breathing uneven. His wife was about to take his shoulder, but his gaze fell past the computer screen.<\/p>\n
Something strange caught her eye on the bright screen. She moved closer to examine it and was horrified by what she saw.<\/p>\n
Her husband was keeping a terrible secret from her, a secret she should never have known \ud83d\ude31\ud83d\ude28<\/p>\n
A bright blue chat window. The sender’s name was “Dr. Antonova.” The last message blinked unread.<\/p>\n
Her wife leaned closer\u2014and instantly her heart sank.<\/p>\n
“Stage four. Dizziness and fainting are expected symptoms. We have very little time left. I urge you to tell your wife and complete the paperwork. Treatment at a clinic in Israel may slow down the process, but the chances are slim…”<\/p>\n
She stood motionless, as if the world around her had frozen. Several more tabs were open to the left of the chat window. The titles seemed to scream:<\/p>\n
“Best Foreign Cancer Centers”<\/p>\n
“Emergency Treatment Quotas”<\/p>\n
“Patient Reviews” Stage 4″<\/p>\n
“How to Ease the Pain at Home”<\/p>\n
On several pages, she saw something that took her breath away: loan forms, applications to charities, letters requesting consultations. The dates were recent. He had done this secretly, at night, while she slept next to him, unsuspecting.<\/p>\n
She slowly sank into a chair. Her hands trembled, her eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t hiding his infidelity or his double life from her\u2014he was hiding the death that had quietly approached their home.<\/p>\n
She looked at her husband\u2014at his tired face, his sunken cheekbones, the grayish skin she had previously attributed to stress. Now everything was becoming obvious.<\/p>\n
Her husband didn’t want to frighten her. He didn’t want her to suffer prematurely. He wanted to fight alone, as long as he had the strength.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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