
…lly hurts. You can miss someone so desperately that it makes you wish daily for a different ending. And so I wished—and I still wish—that it was me who got the cancer. I wished that it was me who had to say goodbye to life, that I had suffered with the intractable pa…
…h daily for a different ending. And so I wished—and I still wish—that it was me who got the cancer. I wished that it was me who had to say goodbye to life, that I had suffered with the intractable pain of a dying body instead of my sweet girl, my Ana.