Love of My Life

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[Crying]

Tom:
No, I can't. I can't.

Grace:
Come on, sweetheart.

We're nearly there, it's okay.

[Crying]

[Sighs]

[Crying]

I think I need a drink.

I'll make us some coffee.

Don't leave me alone.

Grace:
Everything is gonna be fine.

Tom:
Well, that's not

what the doctor said.

That is not true.

He said that when they

do the surgery on Monday,

if it is benign,

they could possibly just

cut the whole thing out.

No, he said the odds weren't good.

Well, why don't they lie?

You know, he used to lie.

Just thought that we should be ready

in case it isn't benign,

because then the

operation could potentially be...

Fatal.

I think we should try and remain positive.

It's all over.

What's the point in being miserable?

We don't know what's gonna happen.

You're going to die.

Listen, darling.

If that does happen then,

I am ready.

You're so young.

I've got everything I could

possibly ever have wanted.

I've got a wonderful husband

who loves me,

I've got two great kids,

and I'm an architect,

which is what I always dreamed of.

There's not a single thing in

my life that I would change,

and there aren't many

people who could say that.

You really wouldn't change anything?

Not even moving to Canada?

Look, if I do really

only have five days left,

I want everything to remain normal

so I can enjoy my life

exactly as it is.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Grace:
Oh yeah, and the

doctor said to avoid

any unnecessary stress,

so please don't tell anyone,

and that actually includes Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn, hi, yeah.

Your mother has a brain tumour,

she's gonna die.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And she doesn't want anyone to know.

So if you could keep it to yourself.

Yeah.

[Uplifting Music]

Receptionist:
Grace.

What did the doctor say?

Grace:
He said I'm fine.

Receptionist:
But you blacked out,

it had to be something serious.

He said low blood pressure

and to drink more water,

but I'm fine.

I'll let everyone know.

We've all been so worried.

Absolutely nothing to worry about.

Co-Worker:
Grace. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Absolutely fine, thank you.

Co-Worker:
Hi, Grace.

[Knocking]

Hey.

Hi.

Just low blood pressure, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, you know the Millwood Project?

Yes.

Is there any chance

that the gang could get

that model ready a couple of

days earlier for my approval?

Yeah, I think so.

But, you know, our deadline's

not for another week, right?

Yeah, I know, it's just

that I wanted to have time

to check last minute details.

So, do you think they

could get it ready by, say,

tomorrow?

Um, yeah, I mean, we could try.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

[Soft Piano Melody]

[Knocking]

It's after eight.

Yeah, just-just tidying up

a few loose ends.

Goodnight, Ben.

Night.

[Sighs]

She went to work?

Yeah, and look at the time.

Who works overtime when you're dying?

Shouldn't she be out

making her last wishes come true?

No, she's-no she's got that,

what's that word that she

always says about me because

I passed out at that party and

she said I was drunk

and I was just sleeping?

Alcoholism?

Last straw.

That's two words.

Denial.

Denial, yes, yes.

Denial, she's in denial.

But maybe you're overreacting.

You said yourself

if they find out that the

brain tumour is benign

when they do the surgery on Monday,

they may be able to cut it out,

do a little radiation

if necessary and

she could be fine.

Doctor said he wanted her to be ready.

F***.

I don't think I can do this.

I'm feeling dizzy all the time and I-

I can't find a pulse.

Dad, this isn't about us.

You know, it's kind of

about us, too, isn't it?

We have to help her.

Help her what?

Help her be ready.

Well, she-she says she is ready.

You're living your life,

and then someone says

you could die on Monday.

Who could be ready? Think about it.

No, I'm trying not to think about it.

I'm no good at denial.

That's-that's why I drink!

Well, she's supposed to avoid stress.

[Sighs]

We have to be the strong ones.

Yeah.

I can be strong.

[Door Opening]

- Hey.

- Hi, guys.

Hi.

Grace:
Oh, darling,

I'm sorry I'm late,

just finalizing this

massive project at work.

Okay, Mom, you sit down,

I can-I can take this.

[Crying]

Tom:
Do you want a pillow?

Stop fussing.

I don't actually think I'm going to die.

Well, I'll-I'll-I'll-I'll get

you a pillow for your feet.

- I don't want any.

- I'll get two pillows.

- Want any pillows.

- Three pillows.

And then if you change your mind...

Grace:
The doctor said

it was a possibility.

He didn't say dig a grave.

Mom,

I have some news that I think

will make you really happy.

Your paper on gender and

the anti-nuclear movement

is being published?

Way better than that.

The university have offered

you that research position?

- Oh my god, Kaitlyn.

- Even better.

I'm in love.

You?

Yeah, I know.

But he's wonderful.

He?

What?

Of course, he.

Oh my god.

Did you think I was a lesbian?

No, of course I didn't.

What? You were the one who told me that

high heels are bad for your back,

and you said have standards,

don't just fall for

any guy who comes along.

I know, honey. It's just that-

it's just that if you had been a lesbian,

I would've been fine with that.

Lesbians get fewer STDs,

no unwanted pregnancies.

Not that I don't think you

would make a wonderful mother

in the distant future.

But, hey.

So, you're in love!

With a man, yay!

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