A Sweet Chemo Memory

My husband and I were both going through chemo and would look through the cupboards and find nothing we could stand to eat, but John would say, “I think I might be able to eat potato chips,” and I would think of something I thought I might be able to keep down.
We’d rush off to the store, bring the two treasured items home, we’d each eat two bites and we’d each say, “Well, that was okay, but I don’t want any more…ever.” We’d laugh.
What a strange occurrence we faced together. We KNEW John would die within months; we knew I’d recover completely, but for these days we were together; together in misery, humor, love. We were together.

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