Losing Me Is Your Greatest Loss in Life1
In the third year of my illness, Ian Whitman's lover came back.
That day, I stood at his door holding the cake I made for him.
But I heard him tell Lisa Coleman.
"Lisa, you are the only one in my heart. You are the one I love!
"When she dies, we'll get married immediately!"
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The cake in my hand fell to the ground. My friends behind me who were called over to celebrate Ian's birthday fell silent.
In the room, the conversation between the two continued.
Lisa seemed to be very upset and accused loudly.
"You said that the person you love is me! Then why did you agree to get engaged to her?
"What did you tell me before? You said you would wait for me and marry me!
"Now you're telling me that you have to wait until she dies before you can marry me? I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait until she dies!"
Ian said, "Lisa, don't say that. I am sorry. But you have to believe me. She is really dying. The doctor said she only has a year left!"
I listened to Ian's panicked voice.
I just felt my stomach churning.
It turned out that he had been waiting for the day I die.
If I died, he could marry Lisa.
But why?
I didn't get cancer!