After I Respected My Husband’s Choice, He Regretted It

Summary

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I walked out of the neurologist's office, clutching the report in my hand, my face as grim as a rainy Seattle day.

Mark glanced at the report in my hand, his eyes fixing on the one terrifying word: Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis.

He didn't say a thing. We were silent the whole way home, right up until the car stopped in our driveway.

That night, he broke his routine and cooked dinner himself. He grilled my favorite ribeye steaks and opened a bottle of red wine we were supposed to save for