A woman with cancer takes an experimental treatment.
(from The New Yorker, March 30, 2009)
And then she dies and the husband reads her diary and realizes he was a jerk to her. After reading this I was torn between “what the hell” and “whatever.” I’m not sure why this story did what it did but I’m sure I don’t care that much. I read it. It was fine. Good night.
Read it here.