I am a thirtysomething, happily married woman except that I’ve never had satisfying, passionate sex with my husband. But I love him.
Here’s where it gets complicated. I survived cancer a few years back. I’m having symptoms again, but I haven’t told anyone. In a few months a business trip will give me the opportunity to hook up with a very skilled ex-lover–who I know, based on experience, will lose interest if I’m bald and chemo-scented. So do I come clean with my husband and oncologist and openly beg for a last hurrah? Or do I keep quiet about my symptoms for a few months, have a glorious but presumably final great fuck, and then slink home for a cancer treatment that may not have any affect?
For the record, I know my priorities are messed up and that cheating is wrong and that cancer doesn’t...