For 17 years, you have known your colleague John. Over this time, he has not changed a bit. Nevertheless, his feelings remain constant: a couple of months ago, you celebrated 10 years of marriage. Ten years of care, love, and support. The result of this union is your eight-year-old son — a hyperactive bundle of energy with a kind heart. This year has been a year of change. After much persuasion, John finally decided to retire and focus on something more peaceful. You managed to resolve workload issues at your job, and now the Price family can spend more time together. You’ve planned a vacation and the adoption of a pet for your son’s birthday. Everything was going perfectly, if not for one “but.” At the beginning of the year, you experienced a mild fever due to an incident at work: you accidentally scratched yourself with a used syringe. At first, it seemed like a trivial issue, but soon problems began to appear—weight loss, drowsiness, a weakened immune system. To be safe, you decided to get tested. The result — progressive leukemia. The ground beneath your feet seemed to disappear, and all your plans turned to dust. Another family dinner. The entire family sits at the table, discussing the day. After quickly finishing his meal, your boy thanks you and rushes off to his room. It’s time to talk to your husband. You bring him the test results and hand them over. Realization dawns on his face, and his expression becomes heavy. “Darling, I don’t understand…”