This is how it all started—she called and announced it like it was nothing, as if she just had the flu. But it wasn’t. It was stage 3 ovarian cancer.
And, of course, as always, she was the stronger one. I burst into tears, and she stopped me.
"Don’t cry! We don’t cry! I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here with you for many more years!"
That news changed the shape of my heart. There’s a hole in it now.
"I have cancer," she said. Those words didn’t just shape my heart—they reshaped my entire life.