At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”
Palliative oncology.
I opened the chart outside the room.
Thomas Mercer.
I stopped.
There are common names.
Thomas is one.
Mercer less so.
Still, I told myself:
