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Frank put me in a bind. After he brought his wife Christine home from the hospital that autumn day, he told me the prognosis. "It's terminal," he said. "They removed the tumor, but the cancer has spread. She's going to have chemotherapy to buy her some time, but she probably hasn't got more than a year."
"I'm so sorry," I said. "How is she taking the news?"
"We haven't told her. I think it's better for her not to know. So I have to ask you not to mention it either. I don't think she could take it."
"I'm so sorry," I said. "How is she taking the news?"
"We haven't told her. I think it's better for her not to know. So I have to ask you not to mention it either. I don't think she could take it."

