It had been a person.

And I was not driving away from my home.

I was driving my home to a hospital, to get well.

Chapter 19 — The Woman Who Would Not Die

In the long months that followed — the hospitals, the treatments, the slow, brutal, hopeful work of fighting a disease with proper weapons at last — I came to understand something about my wife that I had never fully grasped before, and it humbles me still.

I had spent four years thinking of myself as the strong one.