What would you do without me?

Prerna is not doing well these past few days. She has an upset stomach. Tonight, after a dinner at our friends’ place, she came and vomitted everything she had eaten. Later, she was crying, and when I asked why was she crying, she said she was worried what would happen to us if she was not here. Who would take care of Savya? Who would cook for me?

And I said, don’t worry I would remarry.

She said, I meant if I were hospitalised.

I said, don’t talk about things like this, my mind jumps straight to cancer.

Fuck cancer.

It used to be whenever you googled for something, some symptom, it would say cancer! Now, it’s ChatGPT. Though we haven’t considered asking it anything yet.