For the most part, everyone prefers to be a first to someone. A first kiss. A first love. But not me. I prefer being someone’s second, and that someone is my husband. I’m my husband’s second wife.
Seven neurology exams, two M.R.I.s and one heartbreaking neuropsychology test later, my husband, at 59, learned that he had ...
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