Doctors handed over to the husband his wife, who was dying of cancer! And he didn’t think long – he took her to the woods and just left her there…

What do they know in a local clinic? Michael comforted his wife.

Emily pulled herself together, and it began. A trip to the state capital, then to New York City, then to one specialist, to another, to a third.

An endless series of arrangements, bribes, and appointments, until they were told. Why are you torturing yourselves?

You’ve already had the diagnosis confirmed five times. Emily has sarcoma.

You’re just wasting time. Do you think the next doctor will say all the others were wrong?

And among them, by the way, are professors and PhDs. You shouldn’t have been running to doctors, but getting treatment.

You’re just wasting time. You could have been in treatment for a year already.

Sarcoma, by the way, is the fastest-progressing form of cancer. And you’re wasting time.

It was like they doused Emily with cold water. And then the chemotherapies began, radiation therapies, and again tests, tests, and tests.

She didn’t leave the clinics. She started looking 10 years older.

Her skin became an earthy color, blue circles under her eyes, and all her hair fell out from the numerous chemotherapies and drugs. What children now.

Michael stoically endured all the changes happening to his wife. But Emily saw how he turned away from her, barely hiding his disgust, trying not to look.

He had long since moved to sleep in the living room on the couch. He motivated it by saying that Emmy needed rest.

What rest? She wanted to love her fill before death.

She was still alive. Emily saw how Michael sometimes disappeared until late.

And when he returned, he didn’t come to her, said it was work, so as not to wake her. Emily heard him cooing with someone on the phone.

Somewhere deep in her soul, she was glad that Michael had someone. It meant that after she was gone, he wouldn’t be alone, he wouldn’t suffer…