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”
“You married a dying man?”
“Yes.”
“A patient?”
“Former patient assignment.
I was removed from his clinical care immediately.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“What is?”
“You barely know him.”
