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Every Monday morning we sit in the same room, our friendly, across-the-room glances turning into hours-long texting conversations. But only within these walls. In here, we're the cancer patients with time on our hands and everything to lose. Out there, however, we couldn't be more different. I'm a wanna-be social worker who spends her weekends tending bar. He's an artist, but I know there's more to him than that; things he doesn't like to talk about; things like his family, and the girlfriend who can't accept his diagnosis. He can't save my breasts. I can't save his voice. But what we can do is take the scariest thing we've ever faced and make it better... tolerable... dare I even say... fun . People always talk about what will happen if they don't get better. In our case, however, the unasked question is—what happens if we do? A sweet story of love and survival with an HEA.
Publication Year: 2014
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0 0It starts in a chemo room so you know there’s a chance for real heartbreak.
I appreciated that the hero was adapting to his reality through text. However, his girlfriends constant avoidance of his diagnosis was ridiculous. Yes it’s hard and you get time to deal but she kept disappearing on him when bad things happened. I got really tired of “she’s a new ex girl but it’s hard for her.” Although true, the kind thing would be to end the relationship. If you cannot handle the illness you need to walk away. The sock person should not be trying to take care of you.
There were several instances of miscommunication and that is a big irritant for me. Stop reading texts and running away. Y’all to the person you are involved with. If you can’t, you don’t deserve a relationship.
There is quite a bit of past drama and unexpected ties between the two. It got to be a bit convenient. Definitely not my favorite.
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