I decided to tell my wife about my medical issue today. We sat outside in the shade and when it was quiet I took her hand and told her that I have a potentially, at any second apparently, fatal health issue. She squeezed my hand and said "yeah, I know."
I should have known better. Keeping a secret from her has always proven futile.
She looked at me and said "I've known you since we could barely talk, do you really think I wouldn't know something was wrong?"
She informed me that we would take any steps, and do whatever we had to. She forbade me from dying for the next eighty to ninety years. "I told you a long time ago, white girl, we were going to die together holding each others hand."
The word "love" does not describe what I feel for her. I want to die holding her hand. I just hope it won't be for another ninety years.