John knew Shelia had cancer before he married her, but he didn't care because he loved her. She had a mastectomy and they shared five-and-a-half wonderful years of love and laughter, unlike anything Shelia had ever known before. Then the cancer returned with a vengeance and Shelia opted not to fight the inevitable, choosing instead to live what life she had remaining to the fullest. Outlasting the doctor's predictions, she survived eight more months, never once complaining about the pain or indignity as her body shrank to nothing before John's anguished eyes. Late one afternoon in November John held Shelia in his arms as she took her last breath and slipped away to the angels.
I'm linking up with Lillie McFerrin for Five Sentence Fiction
where the prompt this week is "Devotion".