Hep C

Chuck had an appointment with his liver doctor. He sees her every six months to check on the progress of the disease. We know he has stage four cirrhosis, but so far he is holding his own. He didn’t call when he got home, which he usually does. I called him.

“What did she say?” I asked. I’m not shy about this.

“She says I have three years.” Chuck laughs.

“What?” I say.

“Just kidding,” he says and changes the subject.

I call Catherine.

“Will you please ask him what’s going on?”

But he’s already called Catherine and told her it was all a joke.