It never occurred to me that I would outlive my wife Dotti.
She was a seminal part of the air I breathed, the flowers I smelled, the fruit I tasted, the flesh I touched, the language I heard.
And then one day after thirty-three years of marriage, the phone rang, and her obstetrician-gynecologist told her, You have cancer.
From the moment of that phone call until Dotti's passing took a year.
It was a year of tumultuous, terrifying, heart-rending events and feelings.
It was a year of clinics.
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