When Family Chose a Boat Over My Future: A Military Daughter’s Journey to Independence

but gradually. Inevitably.

“How long?” I asked the doctor, my voice barely a whisper.

“Months,” he said gently. “Maybe a year if we’re fortunate. But his quality of life will decline.”

We could try aggressive treatments, but they’d likely only buy painful time.

James decided against them. “I’ve had a good life,” he said. “A beautiful life with you.”

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