In the third year of my marriage to Jason Annable, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. As I walked out of the doctor’s office holding the report, my tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

Advanced stomach cancer.

If I underwent surgery now, I might have three to five years to live; otherwise, I’d have only three to five months.

I looked up at the sky, struggling to keep my tears at bay.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Jason’s number, hoping he could come and take me home. But when I turned around, I was frozen in place.

Melissa Rhodes was scrolling through Jason’s phone, with Jason...