They were unusually beautiful, several different colors, half-open in perfect blooms, long sturdy stems visible through the glass vase. I said to him, “What incredibly lovely roses!”
And he said, “Today is my wife’s first chemotherapy treatment. There are two dozen roses here. Twenty-four. That’s how many chemo treatments my wife has to endure. Each time I will bring one less rose, so next time I will bring twenty-three roses, until there is only one.”
I thought it was one of the most wonderful things I had ever seen.
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