Henry thought about the arguments he’d had with Sally these last few years. She was always nagging him to see a doctor, to look after himself.
“Not long.” Henry lied. “I only came because Sally insisted.”
The Doctor nodded.
“Is it serious?” Henry asked.
“No, but it’s the sort of thing that can become cancerous at any time. Looks like we’ve caught it in the nick of time.”
The Doctor looked at the notes and smiled gently at Henry.
“Let’s talk about Sally, your late wife.”