You were sick, had been for a long time. It started as a little spot on your chest- just a big freckle. It grew, it shifted, it changed. Robby convinced you to get a biopsy and low and behold- melanoma.

Years of PET scans and chemos and biopsies and you were in remission for two years. You and Robby got courthouse married. Your hair started to grow back, you weren’t in constant pain or nauseous anymore, but you still needed another PET scans, so in you went.

It lights up like a Christmas tree. There are mets on your liver, lungs, and stomach. The doctors give you options for treatment, but Robby isn’t listening, all he can do is stare at you, like it’s the last time he’s going to see it. It takes months to convince him, lots of not quite arguments, but he finally agrees to hospice.

That brings us to now. You lay in the quiet and sun, resting on the wicker daybed in the rental. You had always wanted to see the sea, the great barrier reef, so he took you to see it.