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”
I was not his nurse.
Important.
Hospice professionals handled clinical decisions.
I was his wife.
I fetched water.
Read aloud.
Held his hand.
Argued about whether he needed another blanket.
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