In that moment, my heart turned to ash. I could see the pity in the nurses’ eyes as I forced a brave smile.

After that day, my husband didn’t reach out, and my mom never called to check on me.

Perhaps this was for the best. At least in my final moments, I could enjoy some peace and quiet. It was only at the end of my life that I saw the true faces of those around me, and it left me feeling bitterly resentful.