Our Time Together
My husband, Roger, and I sat in his doctor’s office, waiting to hear the results of the biopsy of his left calf. “I’m afraid it’s Stage IV metastatic melanoma,” the doctor said.
We’ve been married two months! I wanted to shout. He’s only 58! This was a second marriage for us both. God was giving us a second chance for happiness. Or so I thought.
“What’s our next step?” Roger said.
“We’ll keep you comfortable for the six months you probably have left,” the doctor said.
The words shocked me to my core, even though Roger had already had dozens of lesions removed from
