He Refused to Treat My ALS

Summary

I walked out of the doctor's office, clutching the test results, my face grim.

My husband glanced at the report and saw the three words that would change everything: Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis.

He didn't say a word. He went home and cooked me a feast of all my favorite dishes, the ones he was famous for.

After we ate, he looked at me, his expression serious.

"Chloe," he said, "we still have to put our son through college. This disease… it's a bottomless pit. There's no cure. Maybe we shouldn't even try to treat it."

I stared at him, stunned.