That night Beattie cooked dinner, and the three of them talked about Dee’s health. Dave couldn’t understand why Dee had kept her fears to herself. He shared that he had felt a little excluded—that to him it was almost as if the sisters had decided this was a woman’s problem and had closed ranks on him. Dee assured him that wasn’t the case and that she would be completely open with him going forward.
“To be honest, I’m really at a loss,” Dave confessed. “I don’t know what to do or say.”
“You’re doing fine, honey,” said Dee, patting his hand.
He didn’t say it out loud, but Dave was scared. His thoughts ricocheted in his mind: Am I going to be the man she needs me to be? What does she need? Will I be able to care for her? ...