Todos los capítulos de The Year I Divorced Him, I Got Cancer: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

On Thursday morning, Meg Parker helped me organize the paperwork. Her fingers lingered on the last page."Are you sure you don't want to be buried beside your father?" she asked quietly. "I can take care of the arrangements. You don't have to worry about any of it."I looked at her hand resting on the paper. When I'd signed the week before, she'd sat in that same chair while I confirmed with the donation program exactly how my body would be used. Then she'd signed as my witness.The program had been clear. My body would be used for anatomy classes and surgical training. But they wouldn't decide whether they could accept it until after I died, based on my condition at the time and my medical history.I knew what my signature meant. I'd also set money aside for a standard cremation in case the donation wasn't approved."If my body can help someone else learn, I'm willing," I said. "Follow the instructions in the papers. There's no need to bring my ashes back."Meg kept her hand on the st

On Saturday morning, I woke to the sound of something being carried in.Meg came in sideways with my father's chair in her arms. Its back scraped the doorframe. She stopped at once, adjusted the angle, and carried it inside. Once she'd set it down, she crouched beside it and ran her fingers over the new scratch. She seemed more upset about it than I was."There wasn't a mark on it. I caught it on the doorframe.""It doesn't matter. My father banged it up while he was making it too."She turned the chair so its arms faced the bed. I ran my hand over the familiar grain, reluctant to let go.The last time my father said he wanted to come home, I promised to put that chair by the window. He liked the morning light, and he always complained that the sun reached his room at the nursing home too late in the day.Now the chair was in my little apartment. But the window was narrow and the sky overcast. I looked around, unable to find a single corner filled with morning light.Meg hung up her co

On Sunday morning, Ethan didn't make breakfast.He went upstairs first to check the dress. The hem was dry. Then he came down and opened the inn's front door. Helen was already waiting outside with swollen eyes, and she put her arms around him as soon as she saw him."I called you so many times and you didn't pick up.""I heard it ringing.""How did it come to this..."Helen asked no more questions. She smoothed his wrinkled collar and urged him to drink some water. Ethan picked up the glass, then set it down and quietly waited for his former coworkers.Former employees arrived carrying bread. Some hadn't heard the news and asked for Claire as soon as they stepped inside. Helen covered her mouth and turned away. Ethan stood where he'd stood at Friday's dinner and moved the wine glasses still on the table."She died last night."The man who had asked froze where he stood. "She was here at the dinner two nights ago...""She was. And she was already dying then," Ethan said.The man stared