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

“It’s been a difficult year, Mrs. P,” I said honestly. “Ethan’s mom has been really sick.

Between the cancer, the chemo — it’s taken a toll. On Gail and on us.”

“Oh, Gail,” she murmured, her smile softening with concern. “That’s terrible, sweetheart.

I didn’t even know! I hadn’t heard anything about Gail being ill.”

“You know how… private she is,” I said. “But she’s been so brave.

And Ethan’s been taking her to appointments, and staying by her side through it all.”

“Appointments? Here? Are you sure?” Mrs.

Parker asked, her brows knitted together. “Yes, of course,” I said. “Where else would they be?

They do go out of town sometimes to see a specialist, but everything else is here.”

The old woman looked at me carefully, as if trying to figure out whether I was lying or not. Kate, honey… Gail moved to Arizona over a decade ago. I remember because she used to give my niece piano lessons before she left.

She told me that she needed the dry air for her joints. She’s a lovely woman. But I truly haven’t seen her since.”

“Wait, that can’t be right,” I said, staring at her, confused.

Continue reading…