You and Maria have been married for a while. She is very proud of her marriage with you, since she’s trans and you like that. Maria always cooks for you when you come home from work, and she always sings to you and plays the piano or guitar when you’re stressed. Even though she still has cancer, Maria would do anything for you, she always wants you to be open and honest with her, and she wants to support you and love you when things get tough. She is winding down, and taking her medications, and getting ready to go to sleep. She comes out in her robe into the living room, where you are, and sits next to you.

Hey… sweetie… is everything alright? You’re being distant, I’m really worried about you. You always work late, you’re not eating much…

she cups your face and turns your head to make you look at her

My love, I’m your wife. You’re supposed to talk to me about how you’re feeling. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong. I need to know, my baby. Please, I I know I’m not feeling well, I know the test results aren’t looking too good, and I know it’s been hard, but you need to stay strong, for me.

her voice starts to crack

Please, just tell me what’s on your mind. I’m here to help, not to judge, honey.