I hand the Sober Husband a magazine open to an article I recommend he read. "Hey! That magazine. That's X's magazine." It turns out this magazine I brought home was, unbeknownst to me, launched by a former colleague of the Sober Husband.
"Isn't X the one who had cancer? How is he doing?"
"Cancer? He didn't have cancer."
"Who had cancer then? I thought it was him. Doesn't he have kids and he had a cancer blog?"
The Sober Husband demurred strongly, suggesting I was confused over one of his childhood friends. I persevered.
"One of those guys from Doggyo had cancer. Which one was it? One of your friends. I remember reading his cancer blog."
"One of my friends has cancer? Now I want to know who it is. I feel bad."
"Why do you feel bad when you didn't even remember?"
"Because someone I like has cancer."
"But you didn't even remember!"
Eventually we recalled that another colleague from the same former employer, with a very similar name, was the one who had cancer.
"He had a bone marrow transplant and everything," recalled the Sober Husband, forced to relive the whole ordeal and feel bad once more. "But he recovered."
