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« It wasn’t kinder, » I said. « It was lonelier. For both of us, honestly, even if you were the only one who knew it at the time. »
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It’s been eight months now since that day in the hospital parking garage. Griffin attends every screening appointment with a considerably steadier presence than the fear that nearly ended our marriage before it ever needed to. I still work some night shifts, though we’ve adjusted our finances enough that I don’t need to carry quite as many as I did during active treatment.
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We started a small tradition after that first honest conversation — a single question we ask each other every Sunday evening, no matter how ordinary or difficult the week has been: What decision do we need to make together this week, instead of alone?
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