“I begrudgingly shared my email with her. She thought I’d be a good fit for her son, who she said looked like Matt Damon. He walked into my apartment wearing ‘white snake jeans,’ a brown trucker shirt, and black shiny shoes. Obviously, it was not his wardrobe that won me over.”
‘Evil never takes a day off. So, how can I?’ The man of my dreams died a mere 8 months after being diagnosed with this horrible disease. ‘How can this be?,’ the nurse in me kept asking.’
‘My mom was due for her annual mammogram, but her doctor reassured her it wasn’t really necessary. She was a low risk patient. But my mom thought, ‘I might as well.’’
“That split-second decision and that appointment Halloween day would soon change the course of our lives forever.”
