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“I’m very sick.”

My stomach drops. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“I have cancer. The kind of cancer where one must get much sicker if one wants any hope of getting better.”

I draw in a shaky breath. “I’m so, so sorry.” My apologies mean nothing—I know that—but I offer them anyway. “This must be a very stressful time for you.”

“My family has been through too much