“What about going to the doctor?” she persists, her eyebrows puckered. “Please tell me you have an appointment. You’ve been neglecting it for months.” The words hit me like a bucket of ice-cold water. I’ve done my best to ignore this subject—this problem—since Paul passed away. Everything took a back seat after the funeral, my health included. “I haven’t forgotten,” I mutter. “What’re you waiting for?” She tries to catch my gaze, to no avail. My eyes are firmly stuck on an invisible spot behind her. “I’ll do it next week.” “No, you won’t. You haven’t done it so far!”