Sarah insisted that I be admitted to the hospital. She spent a fortune to hire the best doctors for me, but it was already too late. My illness was in its final stage, and there was no hope for a cure. The treatments only prolonged my life for a while longer.

Sarah put her entire life on hold to care for me. She cooked nourishing soups, told me stories, and wheeled me outside for fresh air. She did everything she could, but my body continued to deteriorate at a frightening pace.

I barely recognized the gaunt figure staring back at me in the mirror.

I hired a lawyer and made...