I’m an emotional person anyway, but this one really hit me. This piece, which my daughter sent to me the other day with the caveat “this is very sad,” really rocked me. Maybe it is because the writer feels about her husband the way I feel about mine. Maybe it’s because my sister-in-law died at 48 from Ovarian cancer leaving my wonderful, smart and handsome brother. Maybe because this is such an ode to love. Maybe I am reading in my own fragility from my breast cancer. In any case, you don’t want to miss reading this beautiful piece by Amy Krouse Rosenthal, who is dying from Ovarian cancer, from the Modern Love section of the New York Times:
“I have been trying to write this for a while, but the morphine and lack of juicy cheeseburgers (what has it been now, five weeks without real food?) have drained my energy and interfered with whatever prose prowess remains. Additionally, the intermittent micronaps that keep whisking me away midsentence are clearly not propelling my work forward as quickly as I would like. But they are, admittedly, a bit of trippy fun.
Still, I have to stick with it, because I’m facing a deadline, in this case, a pressing one. I need to say this (and say it right) while I have a) your attention, and b) a pulse.
I have been married to the most extraordinary man for 26 years. I was planning on at least another 26 together…”
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