Part1: When I Had Six Months to Live, I Learned Who Truly Loved Me

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She called a week later. Then again a month after that. She stopped by on holidays with small, thoughtful gifts. She remembered our anniversary, even though I had never spoken about it out loud. When I struggled to leave the house, she sat with me and listened while I talked about nothing and everything.

When I got sick, she didn’t wait to be asked.

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