A Nurse Mentioned the Woman Visiting My Dying Husband—Then She Came to My Door With a Letter About a Five-Year-Old Boy

“I sold my jewelry.”

There was a pause.

“For treatment?”

“Yes.”

I looked at the blank space where Simon usually put his mug.

“When somebody offers one more treatment, it’s hard to ask what hope costs.”

She did not argue.

She explained what could be reviewed, which payments needed attention, and what information was required for any hardship request.