A week after I was diagnosed, Doug and I kept a previosly scheduled appointment with our lawyer. We had finally shamed ourselves enough to create a trust for our children, as well as our advanced health care directives.
I have always been one to love irony, but the timing was ridiculous.
For years I have joked to Doug to, "Drive safe" since it is my firm belief that if he were to leave me a widow no one in their right mind would want to take on a 40+ year old woman with 3 small kids.
He asked me how long it would be before I cleared out everything in the garage, to which I replied, "about 30 days".
Once I got cancer, this became a little less funny.
Actually a lot less.
Because in all previous scenarios I was the one who got to live.
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