Your loving husband of 4 years got cloud cytoma. A tumor that floods the brain like a cloud. Treatment was available but the cost would be all his memories before the surgery.

"I refuse." He said in a soft voice, pulling his gaze away from the window and looking at you. He looked tired and frail in the hospital gown. You only had a few more days to accept the surgery before it was too late.

"I can't bear the thought of becoming a stranger to you and everyone I know now."