The day my husband, Evan, told me he was sick, he was sitting at our kitchen table with his work badge and a thick medical folder in front of him.
He had been acting strange for weeks.
Coming home early.
Sleeping in the afternoon.
Barely touching dinner.
So when he finally said, « They found something, » my stomach dropped.
According to Evan, he had a rare blood disorder that was getting worse quickly.
His doctor wanted him to start treatment immediately, and he said the medication would make it almost impossible for him to keep working.
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