“But I’m not getting better! I’m only wasting away. My cancer is spreading. You know this, Marc, so why won’t you let me get treatment? You said you love me. How can you love me and keep me here like this? Keep me here away from my friends? I need a real doctor, Marc.”
“I am the only one who can help you. I am the only one who can look after you.”
*** Today’s Note is an excerpt from my current novel Obsédé.