My husband is a renowned scientist.
When asked about relationships during an interview, he said:
"I don't think I'm a suitable partner."
"No matter what, I won't put love first."
"I only wish to use my limited time to pursue endless science."
After the broadcast, he was praised for his fearless dedication to science.
But I quietly put away my medical report.
I have cancer. It's terminal.
Those days he went to London to receive an award.
They were my last days in this world.