TRUE-LIFE
Lying in my hospital bed, exhaustion tugged at my bones. Every time I tried to stand, a wave of nausea surged from my stomach to my pounding head.
But if I can just make it to the end of the corridor… I thought.
That’s where my man would be waiting for me.
It was August 2020, and I’d been diagnosed with kidney cancer a year earlier.
Doctors wanted me to stay in bed after chemo.
‘Stuff that,’ I muttered, swinging out my legs.
Life was too short. Stumbling down the corridor, I
