When My Mom Was Diagnosed With Cancer, My Dad Walked Away Saying “I’m Not A Nurse”—Ten Years Later, Karma Came Back For Him

small hands clutching at Dad’s leg. “Daddy, Mom’s sick!”

Dad gently removed his hands.

Like he didn’t belong there.

“I can’t do this,” he said.

An hour later, he was gone.

Mom didn’t cry.

When we told her, she just closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded like she was accepting something she had already expected.

“Alright,” she said quietly.