My MIL Needed Chemotherapy – A Year Later, I Learned Where the Money Really Went

She needs to start treatment right away.”

I sat up straighter at my desk, my heart starting to pound. “Oh my goodness, Ethan,” I said, exhaling softly. “Are you with her?

Is she okay? What treatment do the doctors recommend?”

“Chemotherapy, babe,” he said, not missing a beat. “The doctor wants to be aggressive with her treatment.

He is hopeful, of course. But… Kate?”

“Yes?” I asked. “Babe, it’s going to be… expensive.

I don’t know how we’re going to handle everything. From the travel costs to the actual treatment… Kate, I just — I can’t lose her.”

Hearing Ethan like that, his voice strained and shaking, hit me like a gut punch. He was always the steady one between us.

He was the calm in the chaos. I had never even heard him cry before. “You’re not going to lose your mom,” I said, my voice trembling.

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